Dad, did you really sell our farm and house?

In the video, Phelan, who was tied to a chair, confessed the crimes he had committed in the past.

"Frequently helping gangsters to sell whistleblower information, assassinating colleagues who have conflicts with themselves, planting obstacles to promotion in the police station, threatening people to steal various business secrets... The crimes he committed are enough for him to be shot five or six times."

Finally, the video also showed Phelan's desire to control Clark.

"If Clark is disobedient, I will give him a little incentive like taking a corpse and an unregistered gun, planting it on your father to frame him for murder, arresting him, and then I will have the rest of your family be a warning."

There was a trembling voice in the video, although Phelan explained it with an expression full of fear.

But Clark could still hear the sinister calculation that sent chills down the spine.

Perhaps his brother was right, he was naive enough to take a chance.

"I was wrong."

After the video was played, Clark's face was slightly ugly, and he admitted his mistake to his brother.

He looked into David's eyes carefully, his face full of concern.

"But you shouldn't kill people, brother.

Before you have finished high school, you can beat people into vegetative states, torture confessions, kill people, and dispose of corpses without blinking an eye.

I'm really a little scared."

Strictly speaking, his younger brother David is still underage, but many things he has done are enough to make many adults shudder.

Clark who is the future Superman, right now is more worried about David's future than someone being killed.

[Worries from Clark + 35...]

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"What do you think of the soldiers who killed people in the defensive battles?"

David said.

"Are they uncontrolled murderers with perverted and evil minds?"

"Of course not."

Clark said, thinking how it could be a crime to defend the country.

"Then leave me alone."

Throwing down a sentence, David turned and left.

"I'm protecting this family from any external troubles and damage!"

Looking at his brother's leaving back, Clark opened his mouth and was speechless.

If his younger brother keeps like this and did not change much, he would not be worried, but he is still afraid that when some things develop, he would have a different mentality in the future. When the outcome of things was already doomed and he want to change it, he would be powerless to do it in time if he stops keeping David in check.

"David crossed the line of murder today, and he didn't seem to have any psychological burden, kind of like crushing a bug and doing a trivial thing."

Clark couldn't help but feel worried, which reminded him of Ms. Cassandra's predictive vision of the future.

If those pictures were true, the future David obviously didn't just limit using his strength to protecting this home.

...

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and cold raindrops fell on the glass.

Metropolitan Environmental Protection Center, the top floor of a building.

A meticulously groomed man in a suit and tie with his hair combed back, with a fighting spirit hidden in his temperament, looked solemnly at the crowd coming and going with umbrellas outside.

"The scenery here is really nice."

A kind voice came, and a brown-haired man in a black coat walked into the office and took off his leather gloves.

There was a smile on his face that made people feel comfortable.

"Good morning, Mr. Rickman, you are very welcome."

Paul turned around slowly as if he was preparing to face a tough battle, his voice was serious and polite.

"Director Paul, you called me here, is it because I can contribute something to the environmental protection center?"

Sitting down leisurely on the chair across the table, twisting his body, he seemed a little disgusted that the chair was not comfortable enough. Rickman looked up and smiled.

"I heard that your company is doing some research in the town of Smallville and plans to acquire a few farms. Does

your company have any plans?"

He also sat down in his own seat, looked directly at the other party's eyes, and got straight to the point.

"My plan is to build a large factory and create some workers and taxes for Metropolis."

Rickman spread his hands.

Without saying a word, Paul took out a bottle of water sample from the cabinet, put it on the table, and stared at him.

"What is this?"

"The groundwater samples taken from the site of a factory you built recently have more parameters than the factory under your name." He said sharply.

"The relationship between Rickman Enterprise and the Environmental Protection Center has been maintained very well, Paul."

Rickman didn't even look at it and pointed to the corner of the room with a smile.

"Did you know? The water dispenser in your room is sponsored by my company. I just had dinner with some of your colleagues two days ago."

"Not everyone will be bought by money. Tomorrow I will have a meeting with you."

"My people have issued a restraining order to prevent your company from approaching that town."

He stood up, with a look of resignation in his eyes, and put his hands on the table.

"Listen to me, everyone is good, otherwise..."

Rickman also stood up, with a smile on his face and cold eyes.

"I have studied the pesticide factory under your company's name. It seems that there are a lot of cases of employee poisoning suing you, although you have suppressed them all."

Paul took out a thick folder and confronted him fearlessly.

"I have contacted several people and decided to sue you again.

Next, Mr. Rickman may be very busy and have no time to do other things."

His eyes suddenly became more gloomy, and after a few seconds, Rickman suddenly smiled, shaking his head helplessly.

"You really hit me, Paul."

He put his hand on Paul's shoulder, and his palm seemed to touch the back of his neck inadvertently, making physical contact with him.

Paul's eyes and pupils became slack for a while and then returned to normal. When he looked at the business elite in front of him again, he felt extremely close and admiring, and suddenly felt extremely regretful.

How could he be so rude to Mr. Rickman who keeps donating things to the environmental center?

"I'm sorry, sir, just now I..."

"It's okay, Director Paul."

Rickman had a gentle smile on his face, and put his arms around him to the window as if treating an old friend.

"I admire your fighting spirit very much, but I have never used money to bribe anyone."

"You are right, sir, I should not doubt your character."

"Look at the buildings outside, you have contributed so much to the work with a passion to ensure people's safe and environmentally friendly life, but do you own any place?"

"No, sir, my wife and children are still renting an apartment for the time being." Thinking of his sad living conditions, Paul's eyebrows twitched and he said feeling a bit sad.

Shaking his head, Rickman seemed to have sincere pity on his face.

"What's the point of living in such a condition?

Think about it, Mr. Paul."

Patting the confused Paul on the shoulder, he turned and left.

After a while, at the first-floor lobby of the Metropolitan Environmental Protection Center, Rickman, who looked like he had a successful meeting, walked to the door.

Boom!

A figure leaped down from upstairs, smashed the taxi parked at the door, and fell into a puddle of flesh.

"Taylor, I heard that there are a few stubborn farmers who refuse to sell their land?"

He withdrew his cold gaze and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Get the car ready, go to the town, I'll talk to them."

...

The golden sunlight at noon shone through the glass into the room.

David and Clark reached home after school, opening the door and not smelling any lunch. The atmosphere in the house was dull and depressing.

"Dad, Mom, what's the matter with you?"

David was surprised when he entered the room.

In the living room, his father, Jonathan, sat at the dining table sadly, and his mother, Martha, stood aside angrily as if they had been fighting just now, and not paying attention to each other.

This kind of situation was rarely been seen in this warm little home in the past ten years.

"What is this, Dad?"

Seeing his parents quarreling, Clark was puzzled and worried and pointed to the few documents Jonathan was looking at over and over in his hand.

"It's your father's contract to sell our farm and house."

When Martha mentioned this matter, she couldn't help being angry, her eyes turned red and she accused her husband.

"How could you not discuss with me first, when you told me that this piece of land is our family heirloom where we will live together forever!"

"What?" The two brothers were stunned.

Everything was fine in the morning, but when they just came back from school at noon, their house and land disappeared in a blink of an eye?

David frowned, took a step closer, and confirmed it in disbelief.

"Father, did you really sell our farm and house?"