Chapter 207 Star-Lord's Gun Problem

Smallville High School.

Clark looked at Azu seriously.

"John, no smoking, it's bad for you."

Azu looked at Clark in shock, "Where did you see me smoking, Clark?"

"Just now I saw you confiscated their cigarettes after cleaning up the group of students."

"I just put the cigarette away, I didn't touch it."

"are you sure?"

Clark suspected that Azu secretly smoked without telling him.

"certainly."

Azu felt that the other party's control was a bit too broad, "There are too many harmful things in this world, Clark, you should care about other more important things."

But soon he shook his head at Clark and said, "Forget it. From your perspective, everything is harmful to you, and life is also harmful to you."

"This attitude is not good for you, John."

Clark, who was choked, shot back at him.

Azu licked his lips, "Thank you, Mysterious Life Coach! I'm sure you think this is 'cynicism', but I think it's 'realism'."

“That’s always been another way of saying ‘cynical’.”

Azu shook his head at him, "Cynical? No, I have nothing to do with cynicism. On the contrary, Clark, you are. You ran away from home before. Can you tell me what dad said to you? Did he persuade you to come back?"

He became keenly interested in the conversation between his father and Clark.

It was originally thought that Clark would run away from home for a year and a half, just like Bruce, so that there would be one less threatening heir to the farm.

Unexpectedly, Clark came back that night.

Are you not running away from home at all?

If you really plan to run away from home, you can go to any corner of Africa and no one will be able to find you.

You simply deliberately let people find you!

Azu was madly complaining about Clark in his heart.

Clark did not answer Azu. He thought of the conversation between his godfather and himself yesterday.

He learned his identity as a Kryptonian from his godfather, but he also knew that no matter how the future changed, his godfather's trust and love for him would never disappear.

"We talked about the future."

Clark turned his thoughts back and coughed, "About fate."

"destiny?"

Azu looked at Clark suspiciously, "What's there to talk about in the future? Do you know the future destiny?"

"Who knows, just like the other you you saw in the black robe world, I will also see another self. I don't know, maybe it's me, maybe it's not. In short, I have doubts about the future."

Clark looked down at his chest, "But now I have figured it out. My godfather gave me the most precious thing."

"The most precious?"

Hearing Clark say this, Azu stared at him suspiciously.

Could it be that his father handed over the farm to him?

Seeing Clark's appearance, Azu felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

If I had known earlier, I would have "enlightened" Clark and let him run away from home for a year and a half.

"Yes, the most precious."

Clark didn't know that Azu had been thinking so much in his mind. He had now fully accepted his Kryptonian identity and was determined to protect his godfather and farm as an Earthling.

And create the future with hope in your heart.

Even if your future is not very good.

"Well, Dad always knows what's on your mind."

Azu shrugged his shoulders, did not continue to ask, and prepared to leave.

Seeing Azu about to leave, Clark realized that he had forgotten the most important thing.

He hasn't asked Azu if he smokes yet!

But even if he asked, Azu probably wouldn't tell him the truth.

Clark began to consider whether to tell his godfather about this.

At this time, Clark once again transformed into a "snitch."

"Hey Clark!"

Just as he was thinking about how to tell Peter, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

Clark looked back and saw that it was Lana walking towards him holding the form.

"Hi Lana, good morning."

Clark quickly greeted the other party, "You didn't go to the cheerleading activities?"

"Yes, I took leave. The school is organizing a blood donation event. Do you want to participate?"

"Well"

Clark was stunned when he heard that the other party wanted him to donate blood.

He has never donated blood in his life.

Not to mention whether an ordinary syringe could pierce his skin, even if his blood could be taken out, he would not be able to expose the secrets of his body.

"You're late."

Clark thought to himself, if you had come last night and I had that star blade, maybe I could have cut my own skin.

"What?"

Lana looked at Clark in confusion, wondering what he meant by what he said.

"I mean, sorry. I just donated blood earlier."

Embarrassed, Clark found an excuse to deal with Lana.

"But I heard from Chloe and Sam that they've never seen you donate blood, and there's no record of it from the school."

Lana immediately exposed Clark's lame lie.

"Well, it's actually because I fainted."

"All right."

Lana glanced at Clark, suspected that he was unwilling to donate blood, and left unhappily.

Looking at Lana leaving, Clark sighed helplessly.

Although he likes Lana, it seems that every time he faces Lana, he will mess things up.

In the evening.

After school, Clark and Zu told Peter about the school's blood donation.

"Clark, you and Zu certainly can't donate blood."

Peter said to the two: "Your identities are sensitive, and you must not let your blood be obtained by others."

"Maybe I can help you."

Loki said from the side: "I can become Clark and donate blood in school, so that your classmates will not discriminate against you because you don't donate blood."

When Clark heard Loki say this, he immediately thought of the scene where the other party turned into Lana to tease him.

If Loki really turned into himself, he might deceive Lana with his identity.

Such a thing, he felt terrible just thinking about it.

"No, thank you, Loki."

Clark directly refused the other party's help.

"It's nothing, just say you don't want to donate blood."

Azu took a bite of pancakes and said to Clark: "You just don't want to make Lana unhappy, because Lana is the person in charge of this event, but I suggest you be yourself, because your blindly accommodating will not make her like you."

Clark looked at Azu blankly.

"But most high school love is unsuccessful, either suffering from the boredom of finally getting married, or suffering from the sadness of not being able to get married."

Azu said and glanced at Peter, "Dad, do you think it's right?"

"Uh-huh."

Peter looked at Azu with a suspicious look, "John, do you have a girl you like?"

This kid is not in love, right?

But isn't he only interested in mature women?

"No, I'm not as popular as Clark in school."

Azu shook his head and said, "This is the experience I got from the book."

"Then these experiences you have gained will only make things worse."

Peter said to Clark, "Bruce just invited us to Gotham recently. Clark, you can take a leave to cover this matter."

"Gotham?"

Star-Lord, who was eating Sharp cookies, put down the cookies and asked Peter in shock, "Dad, do you mean Gotham?"

"Yes, is there any problem?"

"I heard that it is the capital of crime."

Star-Lord expressed his impression of Gotham, "The night sky of Gotham City is always overcast, and the weird Gothic buildings stand tall. Under the surface of the glitz, the dark alleys are full of filth. It is one of the cities with the highest crime rate in the United States."

"Really?"

Peter pretended to be surprised and looked at Star-Lord.

"But don't you know? Star-Lord, there are also simple folk customs and talented people there."

"Really? Dad."

Star-Lord looked at Peter with suspicion.

"You'll know the details when you get there."

Peter patted Star-Lord on the shoulder.

"Then I'll take my gun."

Star-Lord said seriously, "Dad, I will protect you. I heard that Bruce Wayne's parents were killed by robbers in the alley. At that time, he could do nothing but watch his parents fall in a pool of blood. I don't want to be like that."

Peter: "."

Are you protecting me or cursing me?

Besides, can a mere robber hurt your father?

Besides, there is no comparison between you and Bruce.

Bruce doesn't have superpowers. Do you think anyone can kill "Lucifer" directly like you did when you were a child?

At the same time, Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne, the owner of the manor, was sitting at his desk sorting out information.

In front of him were various old newspapers and coffee provided to him by the butler.

He sat alone at his desk, flipping through newspapers for several hours, but the coffee in front of him was not touched at all.

"Master Wayne, you have been sitting here for more than three hours. I think you should take a break."

Butler Alfred came over with hot coffee. Seeing the untouched coffee on the desk, he sighed softly.

"I am like a wandering ghost in this city now. Everything is so strange. So, I have to spend time to understand everything about this city as soon as possible."

Bruce raised his head. Compared with his previous slightly immature face, he has become more mature now.

"You don't have to rush, Master Wayne. This city is so big that you can't fully understand it in a short time."

"You are right, Alfred. Just like when I was a child, I always thought I knew this city until I met the Court of Owls. If it weren't for Mr. Peter, I would have..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of Peter, "I wonder if Mr. Peter will agree to my invitation?"