Thanks to the Old Iron for the Big Rocket

A dozen minutes later, at the edge of Smallville Town, Downton patted Clark on the shoulder and laughed.

"That's enough, kid. Just stop here!"

"Alright, but..."

As he stepped on the brake, Clark glanced at Downton with a worried expression.

He could see quite a few soldiers patrolling and searching within Smallville, and those men were clearly looking for Downton.

Although Clark had heard countless claims from the soldiers about how vicious Downton was, he had never seen Downton harm anyone with his own eyes; in fact, he found Downton to be quite mild-mannered.

His mouth was just a bit foul.

Most importantly, his mother quite liked Downton. If Downton were truly a villain through and through, surely someone as kind as Martha would have sensed it.

She should have, anyway...

Beside him, watching the pensive Clark, Downton couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You'd better keep this version of me in your memory, Clark. After all, I'm afraid you'll never see me like this again. Just like how you pretended not to see me suddenly appear, kid, I can pretend I didn't see you rush toward me like the wind. Look, don't we have a shared secret now? Haha!"

Amidst his loud laughter, Downton pushed open the door of the old Ford and walked toward Smallville with his hands in his pockets.

Watching Downton's arrogant yet dashing back, Clark froze for a moment, his expression suddenly stiffening.

That's right, damn it. He had been so startled by the naked Downton earlier that he'd forgotten he had displayed his super speed right in front of him!

So, should he help the military throw Downton in jail?

That thought lingered in Clark's mind for only a fleeting second.

Because Clark was a genuinely good person—so good that as long as you didn't try to harm him, and he hadn't witnessed you harming anyone else, he didn't really want to take action against you.

Just like that, Downton swaggered out of Clark's sight.

Seeing Downton's shadow disappear into a roadside shop, Clark took a deep breath and drove back toward the farm.

He didn't intend to get involved in Downton's affairs!

His father had died right in front of him just to keep his abilities hidden. If he were to completely expose his powers because of Downton, wouldn't his father's sacrifice have been in vain?

As for the fact that Downton knew about his abilities...

Though Clark was worried, beyond that worry, he actually felt a sense of relief.

After all, Downton was an unusual guy. Even if Downton wasn't half-kin to him, they were both outsiders in the eyes of others!

Shortly after, at the entrance of Smallville, Downton ducked into a dessert shop and asked the clerk for a cup of ice cream.

While the clerk prepared the order, Downton looked around and locked his gaze on three burly men.

The trio were clearly bikers; they were all wearing metal-studded jackets and were covered in tattoos.

As they sat in the shop eating dessert, the three of them talked.

"Something happened over at the coffee shop. A lot of people died."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"No. When I passed by, there were soldiers surrounding the place. I got a little too close and had a dozen guns pointed at me. Damn them!"

"It's not just the coffee shop; I heard the nearby National Guard is moving in this way."

"To hell with that. Are these bastards crazy? Did they find oil under our town or something?"

"Who knows? Damn it, I still have a batch of goods I haven't offloaded, and now there's no way to sell them!"

"It's fine if you can't sell them. We've got a gang party in a couple of days; we can just take them out and share them. Even if we make a little less, the boss will compensate you. Maybe he'll even let you screw that bitch you've been eyeing..."

"Hey!"

Downton suddenly appeared beside their table, cutting off their conversation.

Watching Downton's hand tapping on the table, the three burly men looked up in annoyance. The one sitting alone on a sofa immediately stood up, reaching out to grab Downton by the collar!

Before his hand could land on Downton, Downton grabbed his wrist.

"Boss, nice jacket. How about lending me some cash?"

As he spoke, Downton applied force. While snapping the man's wrist, he used his other hand to grab the man's hair and slammed his head hard against the table!

BOOM!!!

With a deafening crash, the table in the ice cream shop shattered instantly, and the man who caused it was knocked unconscious in the blink of an eye.

As for the remaining two, before they could even react, Downton had already smashed his fists hard into their faces!

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD!

After a flurry of punches, Downton exhaled a breath of stale air and wiped the blood from his right hand onto his white undershirt.

Downton then reached into the pockets of the three burly men, fishing out a cell phone, three motorcycle keys, over seventy dollars in loose change, and a small bag of "rock candy."

"Tsk, poor as hell, damn it."

Casually stuffing the bag of rock candy into the mouth of the nearest thug, Downton turned around with the money and walked toward the bar.

Watching Downton approach, the ice cream girl couldn't help but swallow hard.

A white undershirt, jeans, a height of one meter eighty-seven, an excellent physique, and a face that hit every aesthetic mark.

If not for the fact that he wasn't a white American, some people might even believe that this Downton was Captain America.

Just like that, the waitress swallowed her saliva and handed the ice cream to Downton.

After taking the ice cream, Downton tossed all the loose change onto the bar counter.

"The extra is your tip. Do me a favor and pass on a message.

If those three lumps over there ever manage to wake up, tell them I'm Downton, and if they have the guts, they can come find me at the Iceberg Lounge in Gotham."

"O-okay!"

The ice cream girl nodded hurriedly. Just then, a few coins rolled off the bar and landed behind her.

Hearing the sound of the coins hitting the floor, the ice cream girl quickly turned around and bent over to pick them up one by one.

Smack!

Seeing the girl's rounded backside, Downton gave it a casual pat, then placed one of the motorcycle keys on the bar.

"Nice touch. Consider the bike a thank-you gift, haha."

"Ah!"

After a moment of shock, the ice cream girl straightened up and covered her behind, but Downton was already gone. All she could see were the coins and the motorcycle key left on the counter.

Meanwhile, Downton walked over to the three motorcycles with his ice cream in hand.

The three Harleys before him were clearly heavily modified. Downton picked one at random and inserted the key; to his surprise, the engine roared to life.

Vroom, vroom, vroom!

With the engine growling, Downton mounted the Harley and sped off down the main street of Smallville.

A moment later, two patrolling soldiers were stunned as the motorcycle suddenly flashed past them, and they quickly shouted into their radios.

"Attention all squads, this is Firebird Team One. We've spotted Downton. He's riding a Harley and heading toward... wait!

He's turned around! He's coming right at me... AHH!!!"

Splat!

Downton threw the ice cream, which he had already taken a large bite out of, at the soldier from a distance. It landed squarely on the soldier's face.

The other soldier opened fire, but Downton rode straight through the hail of bullets, whipping the motorcycle into a sharp drift and slamming the sliding bike into the two soldiers, sending them flying!

Skreeee!

The sliding motorcycle made a piercing sound against the pavement. After rolling twice, Downton stood up, strode over to the soldier, and snatched the rifle right out of his hands.

"Yo, you were in the middle of a report, but you weren't detailed enough. Let me finish it for you!"

As he smashed the rifle butt into the soldier's face, Downton grabbed the radio, held down the talk button, and said with a grin.

"Hello there, boys. I'm the one and only Downton.

Thanks to my old pals in the military for the big rocket you sent me earlier!

I know the rules: your rockets must be returned in full.

Just wait for me; I'm coming over to return them to you, one by one!"