American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 140 Mysterious Boy

In the silent cemetery, Lana called out to the boy's retreating figure, "Wait! I've read those poems, they're excellent!"

The girl's calls and words seemed to possess a certain magic, and the boy stopped and slowly turned around.

In the cold, desolate night, the other person was only wearing a thin shirt, and beneath his black curly hair was a pale face.

A sickly smile tugged at the boy's lips as he cautiously looked away: "You...you've read my poems?"

"Of course, I've read those poems, they're excellent!"

Lana was very curious about the mysterious boy and asked, "What's your name?"

By, Byron.

Chloe playfully nudged Lana's waist: "Wow, he looks so handsome, like Hamlet from Shakespeare, so melancholic and weathered."

Lana ignored Chloe's teasing. The girl slowly approached Byron, looked at the boy's high nose bridge, and said, "So, why did you write this poem for me?"

Byron slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with a hint of infatuation, and reached out to touch Lana's cheek: "Because you inspired me."

"Stay away from her!"

A loud shout broke the silence of the cemetery. Clark, wearing a brown jacket, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Ever since hearing Gino's story that morning, he had been feeling uneasy, and he had been keeping a watchful eye on things. He secretly followed Lana and Chloe as they went to the cemetery.

Like a brute rugby striker, his strong shoulders knocked Byron down.

"Clark!"

Lana was surprised by Clark's sudden appearance, but what worried her even more was Byron, who was knocked down by Clark and hit his head on the tombstone.

The boy groaned softly, then tilted his head to the side and peacefully closed his eyes.

Are you alright?

Lana glared at the impetuous Clark, but had no time to reprimand him for his recklessness, and quickly walked toward Byron.

Reaching out to check his breath, thankfully the boy was still alive, but his even paler face proved that he had fallen unconscious.

Lana pursed her lips: "He's passed out. It could be a concussion if it's serious."

Clark scratched his head guiltily: "This is my fault."

Chloe looked worried too: "He's not dead, is he?"

Lana made a quick decision: "We need to get him to the hospital right away!"

Clark helped Byron up, and the group headed towards the hospital.

"Stupid, they're all stupid doctors!"

In the small town hospital, Lionel angrily pounded on the hospital corridor with his cane.

The hard walking stick struck the colored bricks with a "crackling" sound.

"Quiet down, this is a hospital, many patients are already resting." Gino said helplessly, holding Lionel's arm.

Right after school, Lionel kept pestering Gino to go to the hospital with him.

But just as expected, when the doctor told Lionel that his vision could not be restored, he once again vented his anger at the hospital, making the boy very embarrassed.

Keanu loosened his grip on Lionel, saying bluntly, "If you choose to go to the Metropolitan Hospital and bring in all the top medical experts, I believe the problem of blindness can also be solved."

He knew that Lionel's purpose in staying here was nothing more than the mystery of the town.

Her so-called biological father is already quite old.

Once a person achieves great success, the only problem that troubles them remains unchanged: death.

From Alexander the Great to the emperors of the East, throughout history, all those who have reached the pinnacle of life have undoubtedly longed for immortality.

The town of Smallville clearly holds many mysteries, and perhaps Lionel believes that it contains the secret to granting him immortality.

In short, Gino didn't believe the old man was only dragging him along because he wanted his company.

"I just want you to spend more time with me," Lionel said with a pitiful expression, but Gino remained unmoved.

"So, is the doctor alright?"

"It's just a scraped skin and a little blood."

At the other end of the corridor, Clark, Lana, and two others were walking with a pale-faced young man.

"Gino?"

Clark spotted Gino first, a look of surprise on his face.

"Looks like your friends are here too." Lionel dropped his pitiful expression and said in a flat tone, "I won't disturb your conversation."

After saying that, the old man left, leaning on his cane.

"What are you doing here?"

Gino's gaze swept over the three people behind Clark, but his eyes lingered more on the pale-faced boy.

"This is the person who delivered the love letter to Lana," Clark said in a low voice.

"Oh." Gino nodded, then glanced at the quiet corridor around him. "This isn't a good place to talk. Let's find somewhere else."

A coffee shop that never closes in the town.

Chloe avoided spending time with Gino, so only four people sat at the table.

Gino and Clark, Lana, and Byron, who is enjoying a hearty meal.

"I have never eaten anything so delicious."

Byron looked like he hadn't eaten in a long time, and he was showing off his food like crazy.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, Byron," Clark said apologetically first.

Byron smiled nonchalantly, scratched the back of his head, and said, "It's okay. I can tell you care about your girlfriend."

"Uh, she, she's not my daughter yet."

"Gino, how's Uncle Lionel's eye?"

Before Clark could finish his inappropriate remark, Lana abruptly changed the subject.

"Hmm, it's complicated." Gino picked up his coffee and took a sip; he didn't want to talk about Lionel, that oddball.

But upon hearing the name "Lionel," Byron seemed to be struck by lightning and jumped to his feet.

Those green eyes flashed with hatred as Byron coldly stared at Gino: "You're Lionel's child?"

It seems that the name Lionel is like poison, or like Byron's fuse, ready to explode at the slightest touch.

"Is there a problem?"

Gino frowned slightly at Byron's rude attitude, and stood up in equal measure, his tall stature making him a head taller than Byron.

The originally harmonious atmosphere froze and turned somewhat heavy.

Clark also stood up and stared at Byron to make his stance clear.

If the two of them start fighting, he will help Gino and help Gino prevent Byron from being killed.

The two pairs of eyes stared at each other, neither giving an inch.

It seemed that the two would start fighting at any moment.

Byron clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath to calm himself.

He glanced at the pitch-black night outside the window, then at the clock hanging on the wall.

"It's nothing, it's just getting dawn, I need to go back!"

Byron glared fiercely at Gino, ignoring the bewildered Clark and Lana, and after saying those words, he strode away, pushing open the door and walking out of the coffee shop.

The tense atmosphere vanished instantly.

After he left,

Byron's eccentric words and actions made Clark, who was watching from the sidelines, frown.

"His manners are terrible."

Clark sat back down and couldn't help but complain, speaking up for Gino.

The guilt he had felt earlier vanished, and now Clark hated Byron even more.

Lana watched Byron's departing figure thoughtfully:

"He seems a bit mysterious; perhaps there's something going on?"

"After all, no one dislikes someone for no reason."

"Who knows?"

Gino watched Byron's departing figure and said in a low voice, "Small towns are never short of bizarre things and bizarre people."

(End of this chapter)