Peter had no idea that his "mermaid" had already been used by Mark against Clark.
He was currently at Old Hori's residence, watching him open the safe.
Old Hori showed Peter the green U.S. dollars and jewelry, "These are all the things I robbed, but you can't take them."
Peter frowned, "Why not? Mr. Hori, I think you've got one thing wrong, this was originally mine."
The Luthor Family Bank in Smallville had long been regarded by him as his own property.
The money inside, of course, also belonged to him.
Old Hori was stunned when he heard Peter say it was his.
Are there such shameless people in the World?
After trying to calm himself down, he said to Peter, "I can do many things with this money, we can change this despicable World."
"The law is regarded by the powerful as a tool to enslave us, and bankers use these tools to exploit our hard-earned money, just like Leno Luther and his ilk. They destroy our homes and take our savings. Since we have the ability to change this rule, why don't we do it together?"
Old Hori passionately expressed his views.
After decades of imprisonment, and regaining his freedom, he had a strong desire to achieve something great.
However, Peter was not interested in his ambitions.
He shook his head and said, "You sound like you're trying to be the savior of the World, Mr. Hori."
Old Hori replied, "Yes, I want to be a savior, but I am also a demon. Mr. Patrick, you are also a demon. We are all the same kind of people, so why can't we cooperate?"
Peter looked at Old Hori in surprise.
He didn't expect this old man to speak such profound truths, one after another.
Villains like you should make a name for yourselves in Gotham, so why are you content to be a security guard in a small town?
Clearing his throat, Peter shook the jumbled thoughts from his mind and said to Old Hori:
"You're right, Mr. Hori, you're a demon, and I'm also a demon, and neither of us minds being a demon. Of course, I mind even less than you."
He continued in a calm tone, "But I've already passed that stage."
Old Hori asked in confusion, "What stage?"
"The stage of pretending to be unfairly treated, abused, acting like a victim, like a drama queen, as if everyone in the World is against you."
After expressing his disdain for the other party, Peter took a step forward.
He suddenly grabbed Old Hori by the throat, who had no time to react, and lifted him into the air.
"Hoo hoo hoo!"
Old Hori, suspended in mid-air, turned red and struggled, kicking his legs vigorously.
"Too bad... you almost convinced me just now. Do you know why you failed?"
"Why?"
Old Hori, whose eyes were bloodshot and terrifying, used all his strength to squeeze out the word from his mouth.
"Because you're a Black man."
With a "snap," Peter directly twisted the other party's neck.
"Thump!"
Old Hori, who died with his eyes wide open, took his last breath, filled with unwillingness and resentment towards the "racist."
After finishing off the other party, Peter let out a breath and looked at the night sky outside the window.
The rain that had been falling all night seemed to have lessened a bit.
Inside the abandoned factory, Jonathan and Martha, whose hands and feet were tied, were anxiously trying to think of a way out.
"I'm sorry, Martha, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so stubborn back then."
Jonathan felt some regret at this moment.
He should have agreed to go to Peter's house back then, otherwise he wouldn't have been kidnapped by this monster.
Now, not only had he failed to protect Clark, but he had also gotten his wife involved.
Just as Martha was about to comfort her husband, she suddenly heard footsteps outside.
Jonathan and Martha thought it was Hori's footsteps, and nervously held their breath.
"Creak!"
The iron door was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in.
"Found you."
Peter's familiar voice made the couple freeze.
"P-Peter?"
Martha looked in surprise at Peter, who appeared before her and was about to untie her ropes.
"What? Are you surprised to see me, Martha?"
"No, I just... didn't expect you to be here, Peter. Why?"
Peter helped Martha untie the ropes binding her, then walked towards Jonathan, who was also in a state of shock.
"That's a long story, but I think we should leave here first."
Amidst the pattering rain, Peter drove Jonathan and Martha towards Patrick Farm.
"Peter, I... Martha and I don't know how to thank you."
After hearing Peter briefly explain how he received Hori's letter and came alone, Jonathan thanked Peter with both guilt and emotion.
"Don't be so polite, I'm Clark's godfather. We've always been family, haven't we?"
Peter said to Martha, who was beside him, her eyes slightly red with emotion.
"Yes, we are family."
Martha murmured in reply.
She then thought of the scene six years ago, when Peter and she were at Walmart.
At that time, Peter had also selflessly saved her and Clark.
Just as she was about to say something more, the car had already arrived at Patrick Farm.
After opening the car door and getting out, Martha was stunned to see the farm, which looked as if it had been bombarded by shells.
Peter, standing beside her, looked at the farm with shocked eyes, his first thought being that the U.S. government had bombed his farm with missiles.
The ground was a mess, full of pits and hollows, and the overturned soil, dampened by the rain, emitted a strong earthy smell.
The fences on the outskirts of the farm lay scattered on the ground.
The wall of the Barn not far away seemed to have been hit by something, leaving a large hole, and broken wooden materials were scattered around.
The living room door was broken in half, standing alone in the night.
Through the half-door, the mess in the living room was vaguely visible.
The sofa, dining table, and stairs all seemed to have suffered, their broken appearance showing the kind of damage they had sustained.
"Oh my God!"
Martha covered her mouth with her hand in disbelief.
"No! Clark!"
She quickly remembered that Clark was still on the farm and immediately ran towards the living room.
Peter also followed with a grim face.
Martha ran into the living room like crazy, only to hear words from Clark that almost made her trip.
"No! Martha is my mother, Godfather is my biological father, I've always known that, John, you have Laser Eyes, you're not like Godfather at all!"
Due to Kryptonite radiation, Clark fell to the ground, unable to stand up.
But he still gasped, saying words that broke Mark's composure.
Mark, exasperated, was about to go and cover his mouth when he suddenly heard a voice behind him that sent shivers down his spine.
"Mark...!"
Peter's voice, as if from hell, made Mark pause, stopping him in his tracks, unable to move.
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