The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Mike’s eyes were icy cold.

He raised his hand and squeezed the other man’s fist.

“Click!”

There was a crisp sound, and the man screamed, followed by several crisp noises from his body, and the man screamed and fell to the ground.

For the sake of teachers and children, Mike was very measured in his shots and there was no bloody picture, but he couldn’t guarantee the bones and the like.

“Ahhhhh!”

The man screamed in pain, and his son was frozen in place in shock.

Clark looked at Mike dumbfounded, but his mind remembered Mike’s earlier promise to him, showing a smile.

The two boys lying in the doorway, on the other hand, had cheered out.

“Dad, that was great!”

“Dad, beat that son of a bitch to death!”

Mike swept a look at the two, especially deep look at Eric.

The two little ones shivered, shrank back and sat back in their chairs obediently.

Mike turned his head to Mickey and smiled, saying, “If you ever get into trouble with Clark again, I’ll get into trouble with your dad, got it?”

Mickey nodded dumbly.

Gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, Mike turned his head to the teacher and said, “He started it, I was just defending myself, right?”

The teacher nodded heartily.

The man screamed in pain and looked at Mike with hatred, saying, “I’m going to call the police, I’m going to put you in jail!”

“Call the police? Go to jail?” Mike sneered, knelt down, and whispered with a voice that only the other party could hear, “I am self-defence. You not only attacked me, but also sucked. Who do you think will go to jail?”

As the man entered, Mike had seen the dense needle holes on the other man’s arm.

The man’s face twitched and he lowered his head.

Mike got up and said to the teacher, “It looks like he’s beaten the idea, do you need me to help you throw him out?”

The teacher nodded, then reacted, shook his head quickly, and said, “I’d better call an ambulance.”

Mike praised, “You are so kind.”

The teacher’s face flushed.

Clark saw it and moved his eyes between his dad and the teacher with a twitch in his heart.

“Then I’ll take Clark back first.”

Mike nodded to the teacher and pulled Clark toward the office, licking the tip of his tongue that had just been bitten by himself.

“Dad!”

Eric and Charles leapt out of their chairs.

“Go home first!”

Eric breathed a sigh of relief.

“Go home and talk to me again about where you learned your swear words.”

Eric’s little face instantly fell, and Charles covered his mouth and snickered.

Taking the three brothers, heading out of school, Clark’s eyes flickered, just outside the school building to let go of Mike’s hand: “Dad, I need to go to the bathroom.”

Mike nodded and said, “The two of them and I will go wait for you in the car.”

Clark nodded and turned around and rushed into the school building.

With a slight flicker of his eyes, his eyesight went through the wall, and after seeing the three Macs leave, he scratched his head and whispered, “What a fret, not taking any interest in your own business, and making me worry about it.”

Saying that, Clark walked towards his teacher’s office.

A few moments later, a dumbfounded Clark was thrown out by a mortified teacher.

I’m not going to be interested in that ‘scum’ dad of yours!

“Ugh!”

Thinking about what the teacher had just said, he lowered his head and sighed, looked back at the teacher’s office, and muttered, “Why? Is my dad not handsome? I obviously noticed a slight change in the way she looked at her dad, but why, why did she say my dad was a scum?”