The atmosphere solidified in an instant.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Kent, I was just joking."
Horry, whose expression had been serious, suddenly relaxed. "In short, I hope Mr. and Mrs. Kent will consider it carefully. I will visit again."
With that, he prepared to leave.
Walking to the door, he put on his sunglasses, turned his head, and said to Jonathan and Martha, "But don't worry too much, I'll keep this a secret."
After Horry left, Martha, her face full of worry, asked her husband, "Should we tell Peter?"
Jonathan nodded with a serious expression. "I'll contact him immediately."
Ten minutes later.
Peter drove to Kent Farm.
After listening to Jonathan's account, he frowned slightly.
Clark's orphanage certificate was something he had taken care of using his "money power" back then.
He hadn't expected this guy to find a loophole.
It seemed he would have to patch up that loophole later.
After a moment of contemplation, he took out his phone and called Chandler at the Police station, asking if there was a Police officer named Horry Hawkins at the Smallville Police station.
After receiving a negative answer, he hung up the call, shook his head, and said to the couple, "There's no Police officer named Horry Hawkins at the Police station. Clearly, this guy is an imposter Police."
"A fake Police?"
Martha's mind was even more muddled. "Who…who exactly is he?"
"No matter who he is, his goal is Clark and John."
Jonathan held his wife's hand, conveying warmth to her, and then said to Peter, "I expect he'll come looking for you too, Peter."
Peter nodded. "That's good, I was just wanting to talk to him."
If this guy dared to show himself in front of him, he wouldn't mind applying a little violence to him.
To let him know the cost of daring to target his son and godson.
"This guy is in the shadows, and we don't know his identity. For your safety, I suggest you and Clark temporarily move to my house."
Peter suggested that the Kent family move to his farm for now.
This way, if the man wanted to resort to force, he could also protect the safety of Jonathan and Martha.
"Clark and Martha can stay with you for now, Peter, but I don't need to."
Jonathan refused Peter's suggestion. "I can't leave the farm yet."
Martha opened her mouth, wanting to persuade her husband.
But thinking of her husband's stubbornness, she could only helplessly swallow the words she wanted to say.
Peter frowned at him. "Don't be stubborn, Jonathan, this is for your safety."
"I know, thank you, Peter, but I believe this fake Police won't act recklessly. Since he said he'd keep it a secret, it means he still has some reservations."
Jonathan decided that for his son, he would stay here and contend with that scoundrel.
No matter what methods the other party used, he would face them.
Martha gave Peter an apologetic look.
Since her husband chose to stay on the farm, there was no way she could go to Peter's house either.
"Sorry, Peter, Jonathan is just that stubborn. Clark will go to your place first, and I'll stay here with Jonathan."
Peter was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "I understand. We'll keep in touch."
Since Jonathan wanted to stay on the farm, there was nothing he could do to persuade him. He could only go back and figure out a solution later.
The next day.
Nothing happened during the day.
At night, Jonathan moved the farm tools into the storage shed in the backyard.
The dim moonlight shone in, covering the ground with a layer of silver light. The chirping of cicadas was replaced by the calls of crickets, and a gentle breeze dried his sweat.
Jonathan, who was tidying up the farm tools, suddenly heard footsteps outside.
Stopping his movements, he looked up towards the entrance of the shed.
"Mr. Kent."
A familiar voice entered his ears, and to his astonished gaze, the black fake Police who had appeared yesterday stood at the doorway.
The moment he saw the other party appear, Jonathan immediately became alert.
"Why are you here, Mr. Hawkins?"
"I just want to talk to you."
Horry coughed, took off his sunglasses, "About Clark, I think we can reach an agreement."
"I have nothing to talk about with you."
Jonathan frowned. "Clark is just a child. He doesn't understand anything. Don't drag him into your dirty World."
"You're right, Mr. Kent, this is a dirty World."
Horry's expression became serious. "This is a powerful World full of injustice and discrimination, where Police and judges arbitrarily trample on the law, and bankers squander the hard-earned money of the lower class."
He had endured decades of imprisonment, and the property his parents left him had been taken by the bank. These experiences filled his heart with resentment.
"So, that's why we need to change this World, Mr. Kent. Clark and I are the same, we are both chosen ones. We have the ability to change this World. I swear, in my hands, he will display his talent."
Jonathan stared in astonishment at this madman who spoke such shocking words.
"You must be crazy!"
As Jonathan spoke, he subtly prepared to pick up the pitchfork beside him.
As if seeing through his movement, the next second Horry teleported in front of him like lightning.
Jonathan, who had no time to react, felt a pain in his chest and was sent flying.
With a "thump," his body heavily hit the ground.
Fortunately, the ground was covered with crop stalks, which cushioned some of the impact.
But the pain in his chest still made him gasp for breath.
"You!"
Jonathan looked in shock at Horry, who was slowly walking towards him.
The other's speed was like lightning; he had only felt a blur before he was sent flying.
"Yes, I also possess extraordinary powers, just like Clark."
Horry walked up to Jonathan, squatted down, his eyes glowing with a faint green light.
"Sorry, Mr. Kent, I don't have much patience right now, so I'll have to ask you and Martha to come with me."
Jonathan gasped, trying to stand up and resist, but his vision went black, and he fainted directly.
Patrick Farm.
Peter didn't know what had happened to Jonathan and Martha yet. He was having dinner with Clark and Mark.
"Knock! Knock!"
The door was knocked.
Peter went to open the door and found it was a teenage boy who lived in the nearby neighbor's house.
"You're little Sam, aren't you?"
The somewhat shy boy with freckles on his face nodded and handed Peter a letter.
"Uncle Patrick, this is a letter a stranger outside asked me to give to you."
"A stranger?"
Peter took the letter and looked out into the dark night. "Where is that stranger, Sam?"
Sam turned around, pointed to a distant fork in the road, and said, "He was just there, then he suddenly disappeared."
Peter glanced at the empty fork in the road, then gave Sam a few honey sticks to send him away, and sat back down at the dining table.
Opening the letter and reading its contents, his brow gradually furrowed.
"Dad, what does it say?"
Mark asked curiously.
"Someone—kidnapped Clark's parents."
"Clang!"
Clark's knife and fork clattered onto the dining table.