"Mr. Spike, what should we do next? Report to the board?"
Inside the car speeding along the rugged road outside the farm, a subordinate asked the hawk-nosed man.
Spike, with a gloomy expression, shook his head and said, "No, that would make the board think we're incompetent, unable to handle even such a small matter."
"Then what should we do?"
The subordinate said with a troubled expression, "Continue negotiating with him? Maybe he's unwilling to sell the farm because he's not satisfied with our terms."
"Negotiate? I won't negotiate with a greedy man."
Sitting in the back of the car, watching the scenery flash by outside the window, he said coldly, "He's not in a position to negotiate terms now."
"The lowest-ranking old and sick wolves in a wolf pack are not qualified to demand more food from the pack leader; that's against the rules. If I yield to his terms, it will make him lose respect for me."
His tone carried dissatisfaction, "He's someone who takes an inch and asks for a mile. If I give in even a little, he might just get audacious. I'm not his father."
Just as he was comparing Peter to a sick wolf in a wolf pack, he suddenly noticed a flash of red light in the distance.
"What was that?"
A surprised Spike immediately turned his head to the front of the vehicle.
"Red leaves? They're quite pretty."
He said to everyone, crossing his legs.
But soon, to his astonishment, the red light in the distance kept getting larger.
"Buzz!"
A red laser instantly surged towards the moving car.
It was like a light of Death, carrying an intense aura of destruction.
The red laser narrowly grazed the car, hitting a tree by the roadside, instantly piercing through the tree trunk.
This was not a red leaf, but a surging Death Ray!
"Shit!"
Realizing he was under attack, a pale Spike immediately roared, "Damn it, turn around, turn around!"
The panicked driver immediately slammed on the brakes.
"Screech!"
The high-speed car emitted a piercing sound.
As a result, due to the excessive speed, the car accidentally hit a tree stump by the roadside, making a loud "bang" sound.
The out-of-control car plunged directly into the deep ditch beside the road.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
The car continuously rolled downwards, finally overturning heavily at the bottom of the ditch.
Spike, who was continuously tumbling inside the car, suffered impacts to his head, back, and arms.
The intense pain almost made him faint.
When the car finally stopped rolling, silence fell all around, like that of Death.
Then, groans could be heard inside the car.
He opened his eyes and wiped his head, which felt sticky.
The pungent smell made him realize it must be his own blood.
Enduring the needle-like pain that spread throughout his body, he slightly raised his head and looked at the others.
The others in the car were all awake and seemed to be fine.
"Cough, cough..."
After a few coughs, he spoke to the others with difficulty, "Call... call for an ambulance!"
He turned over, breathing heavily, and reached for his clothes placed on the back seat.
There was a phone inside the clothes, which he could use to call for an ambulance.
Suddenly!
His gaze suddenly fell upon a child standing on the road.
The figure was somewhat blurry in the night.
But a pair of crimson eyes were particularly striking.
He couldn't help but shiver.
The red light in Mark's eyes extinguished, and he turned around.
Mark's mouth curved into a smile that Peter was very familiar with in his previous life.
But the next second, the smile froze.
He was stunned to see Clark standing in front of him.
"John!"
Clark glanced at the car below, then looked at Mark.
"You... you did this?!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, I need to go home."
Mark pretended to be oblivious and walked straight ahead.
Clark immediately grabbed his clothes, "I just saw it! Your eyes can emit something like a laser!"
He was somewhat disbelieving at this moment that his good friend could be like a superhero.
"No, I didn't!"
Peter had told him not to reveal his superpowers in front of outsiders.
He respected his father very much; otherwise, he wouldn't have caused these bad guys to crash their car to get revenge for his dad.
"You shouldn't have done that."
Although Clark envied Mark's abilities, he felt that doing so was wrong.
At this time, Clark's Kryptonian abilities had not yet awakened, and he thought he was just an ordinary person.
"What?"
Mark looked at him angrily, "I'm punishing the Dark Lord, Clark."
"He wanted to steal our farm and threatened Dad. No one can do that to Dad!"
Clark's small face flushed, "But you shouldn't hurt others. Godfather said it's wrong to harm others' lives."
"Punishing bad people isn't harming others."
Mark was angry that Clark wasn't on his side, "Is it right for them to want to harm Dad?"
"But they haven't done it yet, and it's very dangerous."
Clark continued to insist on his viewpoint.
Although he was small, under the education of Jonathan and Martha, his character of adhering to principles was already beginning to show.
"Because that's not your dad."
Mark said angrily, "Because your dad is Jonathan!"
Clark looked at him in shock, "No, Godfather is my dad too."
"You're not, because you don't love him at all, so you don't care if someone wants to harm him."
Mark said excitedly, "You eat and sleep at my house, Dad even plays drawing and soccer with you!"
The more he spoke, the more wronged he felt, like he was a child lacking love.
It was as if Clark was the real child, and he was adopted.
Although Peter would also draw and play soccer with him, he believed that Peter spent more time with Clark.
"I hate you, Clark, because Dad cares more about you, because you stole him!"
Mark spoke his true inner feelings.
This stunned Clark, who had never noticed Mark's sensitive inner world!
"But you're not siding with him, and you're still thinking of helping these people who want to harm him."
Mark felt that he and his dad had been betrayed.
Saying that, he suddenly pushed Clark forward, pushing him to the ground, then walked forward without looking back.
After walking a short distance, he suddenly felt a bit of regret.
So he secretly glanced back, only to find Clark still lying on the ground.
He wanted to go back and help him up, but he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Anyway, it's his fault, why should I help him up?"
Mark kept muttering on the road.
"I'm not wrong, this is Clark's own mistake."
Although he said that, he quickly became frustrated.