Our Gamble has Begun

"I heard that since ancient times, there have been some legends and fighters among human beings who have endured all kinds of torture and never reveal any information the enemy wants to know."

David held the fifty cents between his fingers, said with warnings and danger in his eyes with a smile that made people feel uneasy

"I bet you fifty cents—you're not that kind of person!"

"If you don't kneel on the ground and cry like a bitch within half an hour, and tell me everything I want to know, such as your email account number and password, I'll give you fifty cents!"

"A seventeen-year-old high school student, did you learn about torture on TV?", suppressing his trembling heart, Phelan exaggerated as if he heard a joke, and laughed.

For some reason, after David finished saying about the bet with that smile, he had a dangerous feeling as if he was being targeted by a predator that was a hundred times more terrifying than a lion.

"David, what do you want to do?"

Clark's expression changed, and he stopped David who was about to step forward.

The ferocious words that came out of David's mouth frightened him, too.

Inhumane torture and trampling on human dignity, he couldn't believe his brother would do such a thing.

The most frightening thing is that he looks very skillful and comfortable as if he is talking about treating guests to dinner.

"Clark, you still want to show off your kindness at this time?"

David sneered at Phelan as if looking at a dead person.

He had never tortured anyone before, but he believed that this kind of thing was not difficult to learn, and he was not afraid of making mistakes anyway.

"Absolutely not, what if you couldn't make him talk?"

Clark struggled and gritted his teeth.

Several times of experience let him know that it is useless to reason with his brother, especially for such an urgent matter, there is no time for him to reason.

He talked directly about the consequences in case of this incident.

"If he doesn't return on time, the mailbox will send an email. Maybe you don't have time for interrogation."

"Maybe it won't take half an hour, but ten minutes should be enough."

David said as he was about to push Clark away: "I don't think this corrupt and sinister guy will be a tough guy with a strong heart!"

"No!" Clark grabbed David's hand firmly.

"David, I can't let you risk our parents."

He lowered his voice and tried to dissuade his brother.

"Give him whatever he wants. Anyway, they are some gangsters who do bad things."

David raised his eyebrows, as if he was meeting him for the first time, and looked at Clark in surprise,

"I didn't expect that your bottom line is still flexible!"

This is an in-and-out crime.

"I promise." To prevent further complications, while holding David's hand tightly, Clark turned his head to Phelan and said anxiously, "Go, I'll find you later!"

"I'll wait for you, Clark." Glancing at David, Phelan turned and left quickly.

David wanted to step forward, but if he tried hard to break free, a Thanos-like appearance would appear, and Phelan may also get to know about him, David thought while frowning.

"I don't understand why you stop me because of a few gangsters. It's not your style, David."

Seeing the guy walk away, Clark let David go.

He believed it was too late to catch up to him at David's speed with him at guard.

"A person's desire is like a rolling stone on a high mountain. Once it starts, it will never stop."

David straightened his sleeves and put away the fifty cents, said coldly.

"Let me try it, David."

If Fran is a qualified gambler, Clark is a failed gambler. He is always indecisive and takes chances.

But sometimes giving in and compromising is tantamount to admitting defeat directly.

"I'll say you back the same."

David stared at each other, and the two looked at each other, "I can't let you take our parents to have some risks!"

This is a matter of no thought.

Only a fool would not use a big weapon that allows him to do whatever he wants.

"It's impossible to feed the hyena once. When it's hungry, it will come to you again, never-ending."

That guy's appetite will get bigger and bigger, and this matter will sooner or later implicate Jonathan and Martha.

"David, you know that you are not as fast as I am.

I want to protect someone, you can't find them and catch up with me."

Both of them insisted on their own opinions, Clark didn't want to fight his brother, he gritted his teeth.

"Just let me try it once!"

While talking, he couldn't help feeling a little angry, thinking that he was the elder brother, but the younger brother refused to listen to him even once.

"I know."

Taking a step back, David looked at him: "Not to mention anything else, your speed is at least ten times or even dozens of times faster than mine.

Even with a person, if you want to escape, I might not even be able to touch your clothes."

"David..."

Clarke's eyes brightened when he heard these words.

Thought David was going to let go of his promise.

"I didn't want to do that."

David shook his head and sighed, took out a small box from his pocket, and opened it.

Snapped!

A green crystal about the size of a thumb appears, emitting radiation unique to kryptonite.

He took out the kryptonite and pointed it at Clark like an exorcist holds a crucifix to a vampire.

"Meteorite?"

Clark's feet went limp, and his body felt as if he had been hollowed out immediately. Under the glowing green light, he retreated uncomfortably, barely supporting the wall to prevent himself from falling.

He stared wide-eyed and looked incredulously, his voice was forced out through his teeth.

"Dai...David, you actually used meteorites to deal with me."

He suffered from meteorites more than once but didn't expect to see meteorites in his younger brother's hands one day to deal with him.

"This... is this the meteorite on Greg's body?"

He remembered that his younger brother had put away a meteorite.

"You forced me, Clark."

David stepped forward, hitting him sharply on the face with a hammer-like fist.

Boom!

Clark was knocked to the ground on the spot and passed out.

Bang!

Looking at Clark sleeping like a baby, David casually threw the kryptonite beside him.

Keep applying weakness in case the Clark basks in the sun and wakes up halfway through.

He turned and left the deserted alley.

At the end of the street in the town, Sam Phelan leaned leisurely against the street lamp, waiting for his mobile cheque for the rest of his life to come to him.

Although Clark said he would come to him, he didn't dare to go too far for fear that the other party would not be able to find him.

"Who are you waiting for?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Phelan turned his head and saw David and said with doubts in his eyes.

"Why are you? Where's Clark!"

"Did he go back on his word?" He thought of something, with a hint of sternness on his face, and said sharply.

"No, he won't be here for the time being."

David punched down, grabbed the fainted Phelan by the neck, and disappeared in place.

...

An abandoned factory.

When Phelan woke up, he found that he was tightly tied to the chair with a rope and couldn't move even after struggling.

"Are you awake?" a voice came.

There was a laptop on a wooden table. David sat leisurely behind the table on a chair, pushed forward a fifty-cent coin, put on surgical rubber gloves under his horrified gaze, and slowly got up with a smile.

"Our gamble has begun."