Lex’s Ambition

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"Severe explosion at Smallville High School. Prior to this, three fire trucks from Smallville Town were dispatched to the school dance hall to extinguish the fire. Currently, the fire has been brought under basic control. It is reported that all fire hydrants at the school have been destroyed, and the water pressure in the town's main water pipeline, from Princes Street to Gus Square, has dropped to zero, greatly increasing the difficulty for firefighters."

The latest news was broadcasted on Smallville's radio station.

In a speeding car, Jonathan listened attentively to the radio broadcast while comforting Martha.

"Don't worry, Martha, Eric and Clark must be fine. They're different from ordinary students now."

"I understand, Jonathan."

Martha's gaze fixed on the increasing number of police cars on the street, her brows furrowing.

"I'm just worried that Clark and Eric might get involved inadvertently. After all, they're not mature enough yet."

"They won't."

Jonathan's tone was calmer compared to Martha's, "Our son is much more mature than we imagine."

As they spoke, the two arrived at the school.

The school hall, where a fire had broken out due to an "electrical short circuit," had already been extinguished. Now, the campus was filled with numerous police cars and ambulances.

Firefighters had put out the fire in the hall and were now assisting the police and medical personnel in carrying out the injured students.

The students who had narrowly escaped death were either cooperating with the police in making simple statements or crying in their parents' arms under blankets.

It was estimated that the "bloody dance party" tonight would become the most unforgettable dance party in their lives.

Watching the injured crowd groaning, Martha looked around nervously.

Soon, she spotted Clark sitting in front of the steps, looking somewhat absent-minded.

Beside him were his two close friends, Chloe and Pete.

Chloe and Pete had already recovered from the intense emotions of the near-death experience. At this moment, they were comforting Clark.

"Clark, you don't have to blame yourself for this. Even though you have talents that ordinary people don't, you can't control everything."

"I agree."

Pete's expression was solemn, "Unfortunate things happen every day in this world, Clark. You can't help and save everyone."

The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning the conflict between Clark and Eric just now.

"I should have..."

Clark sighed softly, looking at the injured being attended to by doctors ahead, "I should have realized earlier that the killer was Jeremy. If I hadn't wasted so much time on Eric..."

Hearing Clark mention Jeremy, Chloe's expression changed slightly.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to tell Clark.

"In fact, Clark, Eric once hinted to me that Jeremy was the one who killed Dan Brown, but at that time, I didn't think much about it."

Chloe recounted Eric's browsing of news reports about "Jeremy" in the editor's office yesterday.

After hearing Chloe's account, Clark fell silent.

A sense of confusion arose in his heart.

Could he have wrongly accused Eric?!

"Clark!"

Just as he was lost in thought, a familiar voice sounded.

Raising his head, he saw his mother, Martha, hurrying towards him with a worried look on her face.

"Are you okay, Clark?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

Clark forced a slight smile on his face, composed himself, and stood up to greet his mother.

"That's good."

Jonathan came over, patting his eldest son's shoulder, "Where's Eric? Isn't he with you?"

"No."

Clark's expression was somewhat strange as he replied.

Not noticing his son's unusual expression, Jonathan frowned, took off his hat, and looked around, hoping to find Eric among the crowd.

"Jonathan, Uncle."

Accompanied by her aunt, Lana, wrapped in a white blanket, walked over to greet the couple.

"Lana."

Seeing Lana, who looked a bit disheveled with bloodstains on her forehead, Martha came up and hugged her with concern.

"It's a really sad night. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, no injuries, just a little bump."

Lana smiled at Martha and glanced at Clark and the others.

Not seeing Eric after coming over to greet him, a trace of disappointment appeared on her face.

She didn't tell the police about witnessing Jeremy being killed by Eric herself because she had many questions in her mind. So, she came to talk to Eric and didn't expect him not to be here.

Quickly suppressing her disappointment, Lana exchanged a few words with the couple before leaving on the pretext of "going to the hospital to take care of Whitney."

Seeing Lana's disappearing figure, Clark finally came to his senses.

He felt a little resentful that Lana didn't come over to greet him.

Chloe and Pete, who were beside him, exchanged glances when they saw Clark's disappointed expression.

Everything was understood without words.

After sending Lana away, Jonathan prepared to ask the police about Eric's whereabouts.

Just as he took a few steps, his gaze shifted, and he saw Eric talking to the police.

"Eric!"

Relieved that his younger son was safe, Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief, walked over quickly, and hugged Eric's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Eric?"

"I'm fine, Dad, just tore my clothes by accident."

Eric smiled in response to his father.

"That's good, as long as you're okay."

Jonathan patted Eric's shoulder, "Martha and Clark are over there, let's go."

The next morning, dawn.

Metropolis.

"The wild youth of Metropolis? Playboy Lex Luthor and the story of Zero Club?!"

In the Luthor mansion, Lex Luthor was flipping through the latest newspaper, sneering at the news about himself.

"If the elf escapes from the bottle, it's no longer an elf. The same goes for sensational news. If it's completely reported, it's no longer sensational."

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