Chapter 447: Prelude to the Blizzard (Part 1)

The sky was gradually brightening, but the blizzard had not yet passed. When the dawn light shone through the vast snow into the messy reception room, it did not bring true light to this place, but instead made people feel colder than in the pitch-black night.

When Lex walked in, his complexion was somewhat pale, expressionless, and his figure was thin. He looked like a malicious ghost walking out of the wind and snow. Clark's fingertips trembled, exposing his uneasy mood.

But soon, more anger overwhelmed him. He stared at Lex's eyes and asked: "Did you kill him?"

Seeing Lex's denying mouth shape, Clark's tone was full of anger: "The blood on your trouser legs is his; I can tell."

The fake weak expression Lex had disguised gradually dissipated, turning into a kind of mockery. When he spoke, his voice was colder than the wind and snow outside the window.

"Using your superpowers? You can even distinguish whose blood it is. I'm really curious, what else can this superpower do? When plowing fields like a stupid cow, is it used to count the bugs in the field?"

Even Lex himself didn't realize that behind his sharp words, there was actually a kind of fear hidden.

Clark, standing in front of the washroom door, had the shadow of the corner cast upon him. In Lex's field of vision, he looked like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.

At this moment, Lex discovered that he felt incomparable disgust for this kind of person who possessed unknown power. The anger erupting in his heart still came from fear—the instinctive fear of the creature standing at the top of the food chain.

Out of this fear, he instinctively refused to communicate with Clark. He said: "What I did has nothing to do with you. Mind your own business."

Seeing this attitude of his, Clark was also a bit angry. The miserable state of Lionel's corpse had a great impact on him. The environment he lived in in the small town was very simple; he hadn't seen corpses, let alone such a bloody crime scene.

He took a step forward, forcing Lex to take a step back. Clark said in a low voice: "Luthor, murder is against the law! And he is your biological father! Isn't he?"

Lex let out a disdainful snort from his nasal cavity. He said: "I know, you are the kind of person who believes in the law, but I am not. I don't want to explain to you."

After speaking, he turned around. Clark walked over quickly, grabbed his arm, and said in a low voice: "I cannot let you leave, unless you promise me that you will absolutely not harm anyone else..."

"Promise?!" Lex raised his tone. He shook off Clark's arm, turned to look at him, and said: "Since you have never trusted me, why should I promise you?"

Before Clark could defend himself, Lex glanced at the washroom door, then looked at Clark and said: "If I remember correctly, our plan was for the three of us to investigate the door leading underground separately. So why would you appear here?"

"You want to investigate me, want to catch my handle. Clark, your hypocritical saintly face is simply disgusting to me."

Lex took a step back, stood by the door, looked at Clark, and said: "You put on a posture of a good person, high and mighty, persuading me to cooperate with Wayne. But now, what are you doing? Are you executing our plan?"

"Or is it that you are just a hypocritical liar, wanting us to do the work for you, while you investigate us secretly, wanting to catch our handle."

"I haven't thought that way." Clark said helplessly.

"But you did it." Lex didn't notice that his tone was a bit trembling.

Right now, Clark was too close to him. Although there was still at least a two-meter distance between the two, Lex could already feel that suffocating pressure. He had seen Clark in battle, and he was very sure that if Clark wanted to make a move, it wouldn't take a second, and he would die.

When humans face a beast that can kill them, that kind of fear is engraved in their instincts. Clark's various abilities all showed that he was not only not an ordinary person, but perhaps not even a human.

Lex didn't know how Clark thought, didn't know when he would make a move, didn't know when he would kill him. He only knew that Clark only needed one thought, and he would be dead for sure.

No one could remain calm in this kind of emotion. Lex's chest heaved violently. He kept backing away, wanting to run, but didn't have the courage to leave his back to Clark.

Seeing that Lex had no intention of communicating at all, Clark took a deep breath. He walked toward Lex. In the process of the distance between the two constantly narrowing, instinctive fear swallowed Lex. He turned around, wanting to run.

Instantly, Clark grabbed him. At this time, Clark didn't want to attack Lex; he just wanted to stop him from leaving, hoping that the two of them could talk properly and resolve this misunderstanding.

Until now, Clark still felt that Lex might not have done it on purpose. After all, compared to that mysterious phone call from who knows who, Lex, whom he had dealt with, was more trusted by him.

But Lex had completely collapsed. The moment Clark grabbed him, he felt as if he were a bug being caught. This large, powerful hand was approaching him like the Grim Reaper, and he couldn't even manage a short flutter of wings; he could only wait for death in place.

He started wanting to do something to cover up this fear, so he raised his tone and said at a fast speed: "I killed him! And I dismembered him myself! I just wanted to do it! What do you want to do? Kill me?"

"I said long ago, Clark, your powerful ability allows you to be immune to most of the harm ordinary people can cause you. Therefore, of course, you can pretend to be a kind person with tolerance!"

"But you want to use this ability to judge me, or even kill me. You are no different from me, you monster!"

Lex's tone was very intense. The moment Clark heard him admit that he was the one who killed the person, he felt incomparable anger. It wasn't just because of the miserable situation at the crime scene; he really didn't understand how someone could still be unrepentant after doing such a cruel thing.

Lex wanted to back away again. Clark leaned forward, then raised his arm and knocked on Lex's neck, knocking him unconscious.

"My Healing Game"

Clark stood in place and took a few breaths. For some reason, a violent emotion was surging in his chest, because he clearly saw the fear in Lex's eyes the moment he made a move.

He must be afraid that his crimes would be exposed, Clark persuaded himself this way, but another voice in his heart told him that he was actually afraid of you, afraid of your powerful strength.

He sees you as a monster, not his own kind. He thinks you cannot be communicated with and is just full of fear for you.

This made Clark feel very bad, as if he had really become a beast hiding among the crowd, just using his powerful strength to attack humans wantonly.

Just as he bent down, wanting to carry Lex back to the guest room, suddenly, a violent sense of weakness attacked him. Clark took two heavy breaths and knelt down halfway.

Several times before, as long as he temporarily relaxed his body and took a deep breath to rest for a while, this feeling would fade away. But this time, Clark stood in place and panted for a long time, but that feeling became more and more intense.

Suddenly, he felt a black shadow appear above his head. He looked up and saw a person wearing a long suit standing in front of him. Looking up further, he saw a special container in his pale hand, inside which was a stone emitting green light.

Clark tried hard to look up, and a face with a crazy smile appeared in his field of vision. Sure enough, a series of crazy laughter came from above his head.

The lid of the container was opened, and the green stone was thrown directly onto Clark. Clark let out a painful groan, almost unable to support his body, and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a strange face with Joker makeup appeared before Clark's eyes. The Joker leaned over, even reached out and patted Clark's face, and showed him a big smile.

The Joker reached out, picked up the green stone, shook it in front of Clark, then raised his arm high and smashed it down hard.

"Uh!

Clark let out a low scream. The moment the green stone touched his skin, it produced a violent burning pain. What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that the sense of weakness became stronger and stronger, making him start to feel dizzy and nauseous. He had never experienced this feeling before.

Suddenly, he felt some liquid cover his eyes and stick to his eyelashes, making it a bit difficult for him to open his eyes.

The smell of blood came from a place very close to him. He tried hard to reach out and touch his forehead. Pain came. Clark put his fingertips in front of his eyes, and he saw that his hands were covered with sticky blood.

He was bleeding?

Clark's breathing became more and more rapid. He felt a kind of emotion he had never experienced before. He felt that it might be fear. This was the first time he had been injured and bled since he was born.

With his vision blurred by blood, through the feet wearing leather shoes, Clark could see Lex lying on the ground. The blood on the back of his neck had already dried, turning into black blood scabs.

The smell of blood constantly pouring into his nasal cavity kept reminding Clark that ordinary people would be in a lot of pain when injured.

But at this time, the figure in the long suit walked to Lex's side. He squatted on the ground and poked Lex's arm with his finger one by one.

Lex's body was not strong to begin with. After being knocked unconscious, he didn't wake up so quickly, so he had no reaction. But the madman with Joker makeup giggled and talked to himself:

"Oh, look at this poor little thing, Lex Luthor, who was subjected to long-term domestic violence by his father, leaving a body full of injuries..."

As he spoke, the Joker lifted the clothes on Lex Luthor's back. Clark widened his eyes, because he saw dense scars on Lex's back, new scars layered on old ones, obviously not left in one day.

Clark hammered the floor hard with his hand. He struggled hard, wanting to climb up, but that green stone was too close to him. His upper body had just straightened a bit when he fell to the ground again.

"How hard he worked to take revenge, waiting for so long, finally waiting for an opportunity to kill that damn pervert and take revenge for his mother and himself..."

"He succeeded... he succeeded!" The Joker pursed his lips and nodded, seemingly expressing affirmation, but soon, he started laughing his head off, and then said:

"But he is a clumsy and outdated screenwriter. No one likes to watch such a revenge plot. People hope more that every performance can have a sufficiently humorous ending!"

As he spoke, the Joker stood up unsteadily, looked down at Clark from above, and said:

"It doesn't matter if he can't do it; I can help him."

"Now, this scene has a sufficiently humorous ending..."

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