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Chapter 157 For Whom Does the Bell Toll?

Feeling lost and helpless.

Countless chaotic and complex emotions crashed against Clark's heart like a tide.

Despite countless times wishing to be an ordinary person, he lost the power he once despised precisely when he needed it to save his mother.

"No, this can't be real!"

Clark struggled to his feet and ran to the spaceship. Lacking technical expertise and academic talent, he could only vent his anger in a primitive way.

"Bang bang bang!"

Clark pounded his fists against the spaceship's walls, but how could the technological crystals created by the great Kryptonian technology be destroyed by the power of an ordinary person?

"Buzz~"

A transparent blue light shone on the surface of the bulkhead, and then suddenly burst forth from the center of the spaceship.

"Bang!"

The wave-like stream of light struck Clark, sending him flying.

My body slammed into the branch, and my back burned with pain.

My shoulders and cervical spine feel sore, as if they've been fried in oil.

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Clark closed his eyes in pain and gasped for breath.

A fragrant breeze wafted into my nostrils.

"Clark?"

A cool, clear female voice rang out.

Clark hurriedly opened his eyes, thinking of his spaceship.

In the maple forest, Kayla, wearing a sports shirt, looked at Clark, who was leaning disheveled against a tree root, with surprise. The girl frowned slightly, walked towards Clark, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Clark's eyes darted away, his peripheral vision lingering on the spaceship hidden in the grass, praying that Kayla wouldn't discover it.

"Let me help you up."

Kayla sighed and knelt down to support Clark's shoulder.

Strands of black hair brushed against Clark's cheeks, causing the young man's face to flush slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Kayla asked, helping Clark to his feet, somewhat curious.

"Uh, I... I was just taking a stroll." Clark chuckled sheepishly, skipping along with Kayla towards a nearby path, not forgetting to change the subject: "What about you? What are you doing here?"

"Me?" Kayla licked her moist lips, and the two walked along the roadside path. "I'm in charge of checking the cave paintings on the west side. That's the land that our family has guarded for generations."

The girl's face was serious and tense: "You know those scumbags, they'll do anything for money."

"Uh." Clark scratched his head and stammered, "Not entirely. My friend Gino is pretty good."

"Gino? Is that the tall, handsome boy?"

The two were chatting when an SUV sped past from the roadside in the distance.

When the SUV driver was about 100 meters away from the two people, he lightly applied the brakes, bringing the brown steel behemoth to a stop beside them.

The car window rolled down, and a middle-aged white man wearing sunglasses and sporting a muscular arm tilted his head, grinned, and asked the two, "Excuse me, is this the road to Wayne Quarry?"

The smell of smoke around her mouth made Kayla frown slightly.

But the girl's gaze was mostly fixed on the man in the passenger seat inside the car.

The other person had their eyes closed and arms crossed as if they were dozing.

But even if this person is just asleep,

Her body's instincts were also frantically warning Kayla that the man wearing the pirate eye patch was extremely dangerous.

Kind-hearted Clark nodded slightly: "That's right, this is the quarry."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back and abdomen. Turning his head, he saw Kayla staring at him with wide eyes, warning him to shut up.

"fine thanks."

The middle-aged white man gently flicked his two fingers together at his temples, then stepped on the gas, and the SUV roared forward.

"What's wrong?" Clark was a little confused; Kayla's change was rather strange.

"Those two guys are suspicious." Kayla stared into Clark's eyes: "The driver reeked of smoke and gunpowder, while the passenger smelled faintly of blood."

The girl touched her arms, which were covered in goosebumps, a testament to the terror of the man she had just seen.

"Are they after the cave walls?"

Clark frowned upon hearing Kayla's explanation.

"Most likely." Kayla slowly released Clark, her tone tinged with guilt. "I'm sorry, Clark, you may have to walk this path alone from now on. I have to go back and keep an eye on those two."

"They are likely saboteurs hired by Wayne Enterprises."

After saying that, without waiting for Clark's response, the girl let go of the boy's shoulder, turned around and chased after the car in the direction it had left, her speed even matching that of a famous sprinter.

"Kayla." Clark hesitated, watching her beautiful figure gradually disappear into the road. After a moment of thought, the boy gritted his teeth and, despite the pain in his back, chased after the girl.

Kind-hearted Clark was worried about leaving Kayla to face the two fierce-looking men alone.

The scene outside the window seemed to rush by like flowing water.

Loud rock music was playing in the car. Dongqing held the steering wheel with one hand and swayed his head up and down to the beat of the music.

In the passenger seat, Slade, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

His gaze swept across the left rearview mirror, the fleeting image slowing down in an instant. Developing 90% of his brain allowed Slade to enhance and transform his optic nerves and brain processing speed, enabling him to react and make judgments in seconds.

"holly."

Slade's deep, hoarse voice rang out as he pulled two pistols and a katana from the storage box at his feet, then said in a low voice, "Stop the car."

The tacit understanding cultivated over a long period of time led Holly to trust Slade unconditionally.

The SUV, which had been speeding along, slowly came to a stop on the side of the road.

"Bang!" Slade pushed open the car door and got out.

Standing in the middle of the road, the man tore open his shirt, revealing orange-yellow metal armor, and put a mask on his head to cover his face.

"Huff, huff~" Heavy breathing echoed on the silent road.

The assistant, Dongqing, got out of the driver's seat, holding an M79 grenade launcher, and stood guard beside Deathstroke.

Holly looked around and could only see the golden rays of the setting sun enveloping the earth.

The man lowered his voice and asked, "What did you find out?"

"Something is following us." Deathstroke drew two steel blades from his back, their cold, sharp, and snow-white edges reflecting a chilling light in the setting sun.

"And it's not far away." Deathstroke's only remaining eye stared into the depths of the forest, tilting his head slightly. "Listen."

The leaves and branches trembled, making a "crackling" sound.

The jungle rustled and rubbed together, making a "rustling" sound.

The earth seemed to be shaking and trembling.

Under the setting sun, a massive black shadow slowly surged and covered the road.

Holly stared in shock, mouth agape, exclaiming, "My God, Jesus, Mary, Lucifer, Gabriel!"

Against the backdrop of the setting sun, a colossal beast, tens of meters tall, broad-bodied, with snow-white fur and a gaping maw revealing sharp fangs, stared intently at the two people on the road not far away with its piercing wolf eyes.

The giant wolf slowly opened its huge mouth.

"Awoo!"

The deafening sound penetrated the air and entered the ears of the two men.

The two groups of people faced off against each other.

"Splash!"

A maple leaf slowly fell to the side of the road.

Beneath the orange-black mask, Slade's deep voice rang out: "Holly, for whom will the tolling be this time?"

(End of this chapter)