American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 15: Smash it if you don't want it.

Wild grass covered the ground, and a gentle breeze brought fresh and invigorating air. Clark took a deep breath, and for the first time, he felt his heart racing.

The SUV key lay quietly in his palm.

As Lex said, many American high school students dream of owning their own car.

Clark glanced at the car keys in his hand, then his gaze returned to the red SUV in front of him. Its rugged and menacing body, combined with its aesthetically pleasing flowing lines and red paint, made it an eye-catching vehicle on the road.

If I were to drive a car like this on the road, I'm sure I'd attract Lana's attention, right?

Clark was completely unaware that the corners of his mouth, which had been drooping, were now slightly upturned, and the smile was almost impossible to suppress. At this moment, Clark looked just like a sycophant.

"But why?" Clark clenched his fists excitedly and looked at Gino beside him.

Why did the other party give him an expensive SUV?

The blond boy chuckled, gently hooked his arm around Clark's neck, patted Clark's shoulder, and pointed to the sports car: "Cadillac Escalade."

"This car is a gift from me to thank you for saving my brother."

Gino felt that people should know how to repay kindness. Since someone saved his brother, it wasn't too much to give him a $30 SUV.

"Wow, this is amazing!" Clark exclaimed excitedly, taking steps to slowly circle the red SUV. Like meeting a long-lost relative, he carefully extended his palm and touched the car body, his face full of excitement and joy.

However, upon thinking of his strict father, Clark's smiling face stiffened slightly, his demeanor dimmed, and he lowered his head in frustration: "I'm sorry, Gino, I can't accept such an expensive gift."

He knew his father would never let him accept Gino's gift.

[Negative emotions from Clark Kent +1, +1]

Seeing Clark's reaction, Gino was not surprised at all. After all, the big boy had a strict father who would never allow Clark to accept such an expensive gift.

But isn't that what makes it more challenging?

After all, the two things men love most in life are persuading prostitutes to reform and forcing good women into becoming prostitutes.

Today, Clark is determined to take this off-road vehicle; he's never lost a bet with Lex.

Moreover, Gino had already come up with a plan before he even arrived.

"Don't want to?" Gino raised an eyebrow. Clark remained silent for a long time before nodding with difficulty.

"Yes, please go back. I didn't save people for anything in return." Clark nodded gently with his head down.

"Alright, then smash it." Gino raised his fist and then smashed it hard against the hood of the SUV.

"What!?" Clark's face changed drastically as he watched Gino's unhurried fist about to land on the hood.

Clark had witnessed Gino's power firsthand; one punch from him would absolutely smash a car engine to pieces, turning it into a pile of scrap metal.

The fist drew closer, as if Gino was about to smash a cheap piece of tofu; his handsome face was full of calm and ruthlessness.

"Damn it." Clark swore, a rare occurrence for him.

"Snapped!"

The moment the fist landed, Clark raised his right hand and grabbed Gino's wrist.

"Why did you smash it?" Clark was somewhat exasperated, his big eyes staring into Gino's blue eyes, as if trying to see through Gino's thoughts.

Smashing expensive cars like that is a complete waste of wealth.

"Because it's a gift for you." Gino gently shook off Clark's arm and said casually, "There's no precedent for the Luther family returning gifts they've given out."

Gino glanced at Clark casually: "If you don't want it, then you'll just have to smash it."

As he spoke, Gino raised his fist again.

Arrogant and domineering—that's the true picture of Gino at this moment.

"Wait!" Clark pursed his lips and grabbed Gino's wrist. He couldn't accept that the SUV was totaled in front of him, but he also couldn't accept this gift.

Gino noticed the hesitation in Clark's eyes and changed the subject, saying, "Since you won't let me smash it, then you can keep the car for me for now, Clark."

"Keep safe?" Clark pondered for a moment, then smiled wryly. Gino probably meant "keep safe" for a lifetime. How was that any different from a disguised gift? It was just a different way of saying it.

Gino ignored Clark's thoughts. As he opened the passenger door, he pulled out sunglasses from his white shirt pocket and put them on. He glanced at his watch, knocked on the door, and turned to Clark, who was standing by the roadside with a complicated expression: "Can you drive? We're going to be late if we don't leave soon."

"Sigh." Clark sighed, but the smile on his lips proved that he was in a good mood.

"Yes! I got my driver's license last summer!" Clark excitedly opened the car door, inserted the key, and turned the starter.

The off-road vehicle roared to life, and the powerful acceleration made Clark's blood boil.

Clark glanced at Gino gratefully, the bitter expression on his face vanishing, replaced by a triumphant air, and shouted, "Gino, sit still!"

"Oh?" Gino raised an eyebrow, playing along, and asked, "Why?"

"Because," Clark shifted gears, released the clutch, and slammed his right foot on the accelerator, increasing the engine speed, "it'll be very soon!"

Smallville High School.

"Vroom~" Chloe carefully drove her silver Bugatti sports car to a stop in front of the parking space.

Little Black Pete followed Chloe out of the sports car, patting the car body with a hint of reluctance, and muttered, "Buddy, I'll miss your speed."

"Don't be discouraged. Maybe if you work hard and persevere, you'll be able to buy this sports car someday?" Chloe said, carrying her schoolbag.

"Come on, even if I sold all my internal organs, I still couldn't afford this sports car." Little Black Pete rolled his eyes; he didn't believe in that ridiculous notion that hard work could make money.

"Vroom!" The roar of an SUV interrupted their thoughts, and many students entering the campus also stopped and turned to look into the distance.

A red SUV drove into the parking lot at a moderate speed and parked in the space to the left of the silver sports car.

"Good morning, everyone." Clark, beaming, opened the car door and got out.

"Your keys." Chloe walked over to Gino and returned the sports car keys.

"Wow, Gino, how many cars do you have?" Pete exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the steel behemoth in front of him. "This red SUV is so cool."

"I don't know, maybe a dozen or so, but this car no longer belongs to me; it belongs to Clark now." Gino patted Clark on the shoulder with a smile, while Clark gave a shy smile: "I'm just keeping it safe for you."

But Chloe and Pete, upon hearing Gino's explanation, stared wide-eyed, looking as if they'd seen a ghost.

"What?"

The two men exchanged a glance and said in unison, "You gave Clark a car?!"

For a moment, Chloe even wondered if Gino might have some ulterior motive towards Clark, otherwise why would he give Clark a car for no reason?

Are all rich people this capricious?

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(End of this chapter)