American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 12 The Battle of the Gods, The Temperamental Driver

The sun hung high in the sky, and the air was filled with the mixed smells of cheap perfume, sweat, and secretly lit cigarettes, along with the smacking sounds of couples kissing.

That's a bit impolite.

Never underestimate America's students.

Even though they are just a group of teenagers, early romance has already become the norm for them at this stage of life.

At the corner, three boys wearing baggy pants were cornering a skinny boy wearing glasses against the wall, with the leader grabbing the boy's collar and cursing under his breath.

"If you dare to go to the teacher to complain again, I'll shove your glasses up your ass!" The bully's threat was powerful, and the bespectacled man shrank back, his lips trembling.

Ian walked past them without looking at them.

"Hey, Ian!" The bully suddenly looked up, grinned, and released the man with glasses from his collar. He swaggered toward Ian, but instead of paying attention, he pulled out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket.

"Same as always, next month I need to make sure my dad feels that my grades are steadily improving." The bully handed the money to Ian.

Ian stopped, took the money, and deftly unfolded it with his fingertips.

"Ten yuan is missing."

He spoke calmly.

"Damn, you're really good at math." The bully sighed and pulled out a few more bills from his pocket, slapping them onto Ian's outstretched hand. Then he turned and walked toward the bespectacled man who was being bullied.

Ian's departing figure was quite ordinary. The bespectacled man stared blankly at the scene, his eyes wide behind his lenses. He was clearly saddened that everyone was a bookworm, yet they received different treatment on campus.

Was it because that older student was handsome enough? The bespectacled boy, two years younger than Ian, had no idea that Ian's "well-connected" treatment at school was actually hard-earned.

once Upon a time.

Ian had also experienced school bullying. However, he only took half an hour to hook up with the bully's mother. Although nothing happened between him and the older woman, he still sent both of the bully's parents to prison as serious criminals on charges of "molesting a minor" and "aiding and abetting the molestation of a minor".

Someone is bullying him.

He was the bully's parents.

What kind of reputation?
that's not important.

Even Clark didn't doubt him.

Because what he said was the truth, just not entirely the truth.

His tearful account before the jury cemented his legendary status after that victory. From then on, even the school's top brass spoke to him with utmost respect, never daring to utter the slightest threat.

Especially after Ian grew more and more handsome, no one dared to gamble on the fidelity of their female relatives. Because of this, the classmates Ian encountered at school were all friendly.

"I need to improve my physical condition."

Out of school.

Instead of going home immediately, Ian planned to work out at the gym Jonathan often mentioned. Knowing only the gym's name, he reluctantly hailed a taxi.

"Where?"

The driver was a middle-aged man with a stubble beard, tall and strong, with a rugged face and a somewhat hoarse voice, giving him a sense of having experienced many vicissitudes.

Ian put his backpack down and immediately responded, "Hello, I'm going to the Big Muscle Club. If I remember correctly, it should be in the neighborhood not far away."

This is clearly intended to prevent drivers from taking detours. To put it simply, when it comes to expertise in this area, Metropolitan taxi drivers are second only to those in neighboring Gotham City.

"Ah."

The driver was a man of few words. He didn't ask any questions, silently turned on the meter, and started driving. The car drove very smoothly. Ian leaned against the window, his fingers unconsciously stroking the pendant on his chest.

He was starting to feel a bit tired and didn't know when he would gain experience. Just as Ian was pondering whether he could acquire general skills through fitness...

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

The driver, who was driving steadily, suddenly heard his phone ring. While keeping his eyes on the road, he took out his phone and answered the call.

"Hello, I'm picking up a customer."

"Right now?"

"What do you mean you'll die if I don't come?"

The driver's expression changed, and so did his demeanor. His previously composed driving style seemed to switch abruptly, and he nearly slammed his foot on the gas. "Vroom~"

The engines were screaming.

The taxi shot off like a cannonball.

The curve... it was a complete drift. Ian felt like his head was spinning. He wouldn't usually panic, but this situation was clearly unusual.

"This isn't Los Santos! We can slow down!" Ian glanced at the dashboard, swallowed hard; the needle had already broken through 180.

Regarding his reminder.

The driver ignored him, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while frantically dialing back the phone with the other.

"Answer the phone! Are you still alive?!"

No one heard.

The driver simply turned on voice message.

"Hold on! I'm coming right away!"

He shouted anxiously into the phone.

And at this time.

"I know you have something urgent to do, but please don't rush."

Ian's voice rang out.

"Fuck!"

The driver noticed a small head that had somehow appeared beside him. He was terrified and almost drove straight into a roadside fast food restaurant.

Fortunately, he was a skilled driver and managed to control the car in time.

"What the hell is going on with you!?"

The driver's eyes couldn't leave the road ahead, but he also wanted to turn his head to see how Ian's head had squeezed in. Could it be that he had encountered some kind of ghost in broad daylight?

“Really, I can actually get off now. You can stop the car; it won’t take too long,” Ian said softly, grabbing the guardrail he had bent with his bare hands.

"Master, please brake a little, really, just brake a little. If you slow down, I'll jump out of the car myself." To be honest, Ian was really backing down.

no way.

The speedometer on the dashboard is almost breaking 220.

Although he didn't have a driver's license, he knew that at this speed, even with the power of a Berserker, the probability of him turning into a neutrino depended solely on the probability of the other car crashing. And judging by the continuous acceleration, when the crash would occur was probably not a mathematical problem, but rather a matter of whether the time was right or not.

"Um, is this a handbrake?"

Ian's question rang out again. It wasn't that Ian wanted to pull the handbrake, but rather that he hoped it would scare the driver so that the driver might choose to stop voluntarily.

"Huh? What do you want to do?"

The driver was indeed quite frightened. He couldn't hold back any longer and hurriedly kept an eye on the road ahead while desperately protecting the handbrake. He also frequently glanced back at the road behind him.

Ian was pushing his way forward, the not-so-thin isolation tube deforming wildly. His arm was also deformed and bleeding, but the boy seemed completely unconcerned.

His eyes were fixed intently, as if he were staring at the car's handbrake.

"!!!???"

Such an outrageous scene.

The driver was truly shocked and speechless.

"Damn it! Something evil is here!" The driver swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine. He almost wished he had encountered a ghost in broad daylight.

What's more terrifying than a ghost is a madman.

What's more terrifying than a madman is clearly a madman who defies the heavens, like a ghost.

(End of this chapter)