"Is a sudden downpour coming? I hope there isn't a tornado."
Martha Kent looked up at the dark sky, where dull thunder rumbled continuously, and couldn't help complaining.
This was tornado country. Every time one struck, it caused major economic losses. The last tornado had even left her husband Jonathan with a crushed and fractured leg, and he still had not fully recovered.
Jonathan, who had come outside in a wheelchair, grumbled as well.
"Hey, are you bringing up my embarrassing moment again?"
When Clark had rescued him back then, Jonathan had cursed up a storm, but he had still been deeply moved. Over the years, Clark's actions had also shown him that he was indeed ready to step into the public eye.
He had even found a good balance. As long as he wore his suit and put on Glasses, no one could recognize him.
He was proud of his son.
"Let's go inside before we get blown away again."
Martha irritably smacked Jonathan, who could not fight back from his wheelchair, with a clothes pole, making him yelp.
But at that moment, the clouds overhead suddenly split apart. A figure came hurtling down like a streak of light, only regaining control and hovering just before hitting the ground.
Then he shot back into the sky.
Martha and Jonathan both froze at the sight.
"Was that Clark just now?"
"It really looked like him. Who else wears their underwear on the outside?"
"Did he run into a tough fight?"
"Terrorists?"
The elderly couple, who had been happily flirting moments ago, were now filled with concern.
They did not fully understand Clark's abilities, but they had a rough idea of them.
Yet even someone as powerful as Clark had nearly been knocked to the ground just now. What kind of