"Thump!"
Father Norma's body fell heavily to the ground.
Dust kicked up from the ground, and the priest, eyes wide open, stared at the falling leaves above him, the light in his eyes gradually fading.
After twisting the man's neck, Peter turned around.
Clark looked in shock at the body on the ground.
He hadn't expected Godfather to directly kill Father Norma!
"Let's go."
Peter took Clark and Mark's hands, preparing to leave the forest.
Clark numbly let Peter hold his hand, only recovering from his dazed state when they left the forest and got into the car.
"Godfather? Why… did you kill Father Norma?"
Sitting in the back seat, Clark hesitated, then finally asked the question that weighed heavily on his mind.
"Because Father Norma once said,"
Peter said to Clark while driving, "'Your eye shall not pity; life shall be for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.'
"The Father believed that when dealing with bad people, one should retaliate with the same methods they use to attack. He killed others, so—he will be treated by others with the same methods. This is the fairest thing in the World. I think Father Norma would also strongly agree."
Clark nodded, half understanding.
Although it made a lot of sense, why did it feel strange?
But he still asked with some hesitation, "But didn't Godfather say that life is the most precious thing?"
Before Peter could answer, Mark, next to him, replied, "Bad people's lives aren't precious. Father Norma is a bad guy. Think about it, Clark, he even almost killed your parents."
Mark thought Clark was an idiot, "If you let him go, he might kill your parents next time."
Peter, who was driving, heard Mark's words and was somewhat impressed by him.
This kid understood such a principle at such a young age?
The reason he brought the two to the scene was to hope that Clark and Mark could realize the principle of eliminating evil completely.
He didn't expect Mark to grasp his painstaking efforts so quickly.
Clark thought about it and felt that it was true.
His little brain couldn't think of a better way to handle it.
Mark saw Clark convinced by him and proudly said to Peter, "Dad, if I were you, I would do the same."
"Uh-huh."
Peter nodded.
I wouldn't doubt that you would do that.
After all, you, kid, are increasingly showing that perverted side from your previous life.
Clark, with a complex mood, exhaled and looked at the fleeting scenery outside.
A faint smell of blood emanated from Mark next to him.
He suddenly realized that his future life might undergo some changes.
Although he didn't know how it would change, it would definitely be related to Godfather.
The car drove past the secluded road outside the town, heading towards Patrick Farm.
The next day, early morning.
News about the Smallville terrorist attack came from the radio.
"An explosion and terrorist attack occurred at the Smallville Great Hall. When Terrorists attacked the public, it caused a Fire in the Great Hall. The Fire has now been extinguished, and multiple bodies have been found at the scene. Confirmed bodies include Smallville Firefighter William Thomas, three ball performers—"
Peter listened to the radio, turned around, and casually placed the black magic book he was holding on the table.
Last night, he had studied this magic book and found that it contained only forbidden spells and sacrificial magic.
He had always had little interest in Magicians, these cursed "debtors," so he planned to put the magic book away and keep it locked up.
Perhaps he would find a baby who understood magic in the future, and it could be used as an enlightenment textbook for them.
The radio broadcast continued, "Additionally, more than ten people were sent to the hospital due to smoke inhalation and minor burns. It is reported that the organization involved in this terrorist attack used biochemical weapons—"
"Dad."
Mark came down from upstairs, rubbed his eyes, and asked him, "Where's Clark?"
"Clark was picked up by his parents."
Hearing that Clark had left, Mark was a little dejected.
"I still wanted to go fly a kite with Clark!"
Carefree Mark had completely moved on from last night's events.
He still wanted to drag Clark to fly a kite.
"Mark, come here."
Peter waved to him.
Mark obediently sat down, looking at him expectantly.
"Dad, are you going to fly a kite with me?"
"We'll talk about flying kites later. Let's talk about you secretly watching horror movies."
Peter looked at Mark's backside with a serious gaze.
He felt it was necessary to fulfill his duty as a loving father and discipline this kid.
"Mr. Luther."
At Metropolis Central Hospital, the Doctor said to Leno Luther, who was lying on the hospital bed, "Your injuries are not serious, just some minor burns. I believe you will recover and be discharged very soon."
"Thank you, Doctor Ryan."
Leno Luther smiled and thanked the Doctor.
After the Doctor left, the smile on his face quickly disappeared.
As the helmsman of the Luther Group, he had never experienced such a dangerous situation as last night.
The Luther Group was acquiring land in Smallville to establish a chemical group.
He, who happened to be in the town last night, took his subordinates to attend the "Harvest Festival."
He never expected a group of monsters that bit anyone they saw to suddenly appear in the Great Hall.
Under the cover of his bodyguards, he narrowly escaped the hall, thankfully not losing his life there.
Touching his faintly aching forehead, he recalled the terrifying scene he witnessed last night.
The ferocious, bloodthirsty monsters directly tore the throats of fleeing people, blood gushing out.
Then, a human wielding a katana, with two young children on his back, effortlessly chopped off the monster's head.
He, who had always believed in the supremacy of rationality, now had to wonder if he had experienced hallucinations due to fear at the time.
No!
That certainly wasn't a hallucination.
He swore he saw it very clearly.
The image of that god-like killer had been deeply imprinted in his mind.
He rang the call bell, summoning his subordinates from outside the door.
"Is there any news about that You-Know-Who?"
Leno Luther asked his subordinate.
He had previously described Peter's appearance and sent his subordinates to search for him.
"Sorry, Sir, we haven't found him yet."
"Then continue to send more people. I need to know who that person is as soon as possible."
Leno Luther said calmly, "You may leave now. I hope to receive good news next time we meet."
After the subordinate left, the hospital room door creaked open.
A six- or seven-year-old bald little boy entered the room.
"Dad."
The little bald boy greeted Leno, "I've come to see you."
"Rex!"
Seeing his son appear, Leno's mood immediately improved significantly. He opened his arms and hugged the little bald boy who had climbed onto the bed.