The moment Okinja finished speaking, Clark, standing beside Robet, glanced at Okinja and happened to meet the gazes of Okinja and the others. Their hearts jolted.
"Boss, that Clark is no ordinary guy. The three of us attacked him together last time, and not only did we fail to hurt him at all, our hands hurt for several days afterward..." When Ander met Clark's gaze, he immediately lost his nerve and cautiously reminded him in a low voice, "What if he finds out we took Robet's prize money?"
"Hmph! What's there to fear? He blocked our fists last time, but can't we bring weapons next time? Besides, he can't protect Robet every second!" A trace of wariness flashed through Okinja's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed. "Let's go. We'll head back and prepare. There's nothing interesting about staying in this dump!"
The group had clearly been having a wonderful time just yesterday, to the point that they had nearly exhausted themselves. Yet now, after seeing Robet win the prize money, they suddenly found the place boring again. They had no idea that after they left, Clark could only shake his head helplessly.
Clark did not continue discussing the matter with Robet. After all, he had already warned Robet. Since Robet had said he had a way to deal with it, there was no need to worry.
As for stopping Okinja from attacking Robet, Clark genuinely did not know how to do so without exposing his abilities.
After all, Robet still had to go to school. Clark could not simply kill Okinja and the others just because he had overheard their conversation. That was not in keeping with Clark's personality. Otherwise, he would not have stood there and demonstrated his defensive strength to Okinja and the others.
After the award ceremony ended, the organizers still wanted to discuss something with Robet, but Jonathan refused on his behalf. He did not want Robet to have any deeper contact with these people, lest they notice something unusual.
Jonathan felt that Robet had become famous enough from this competition. Although his appetite had been somewhat excessive, he had at least established himself as a competitive eater. Even if Robet displayed an astonishing appetite in the future, no one would suspect anything.
Robet could also participate in other eating competitions later. After all, America was not lacking in people who made a living by competing in eating contests and supporting their families that way.
Thus, unaware of Robet's combat talent, Jonathan optimistically believed that as long as Robet did not reveal his tail, there would be no major problems in the future.
Before long, the Kents happily cashed the check and began their journey home in their old pickup truck. Robet was not particularly excited. In fact, he was even thinking about having an extra meal after they returned.
After all, although the hamburgers used in the competition were not awful, they were by no means delicious either. They could only be described as average. On top of that, with the time limit set at ten minutes, there really had not been enough for Robet to eat.
In fact, the number of hamburgers prepared on Robet's table had already run out during the competition. He had only barely reached 123 by taking hamburgers from the contestant at the next table.
What? You wanted to know whether the contestant next to him had objected? He had already withdrawn from the competition long ago. The hamburgers did not belong to that contestant—they belonged to the organizers. What objection could he have?
On the way home, Robet meditated as usual. To him, aside from eating and sleeping, all his other time was best spent cultivating and meditating.
If he had not known that the Kents and Clark would never agree to let him stop attending school, Robet would have already suggested abandoning school to devote himself wholeheartedly to cultivation.
As for skipping class to cultivate, it was not as though Robet had never considered it. But who could blame him for having an abnormal older brother—one with telescopic vision and super hearing at that?
Robet estimated that he would never succeed in skipping school. At most, he would get halfway there before Clark caught him and dragged him back. Looking utterly dejected afterward would be embarrassing...
Robet: ╯▂╰
Fortunately, Robet was free outside of school hours. Especially after he regained his sanity, the Kents no longer stopped him from wandering around. Although Clark could still monitor him at any moment, that did not interfere with Robet's cultivation and training.
After all, Robet also wanted to know where the limits of his new body lay, and whether his former super recovery ability was still intact.
Thus, as soon as the Kents arrived home that evening, Robet ran off without a trace. The Kents assumed he had gone hunting and did not pay much attention, while Clark felt somewhat impressed. At the very least, he had never been able to show such immense enthusiasm for something and stick with it at such a young age.
"Clark, how did your conversation with Lana go? You're not getting any younger—you're already twenty-seven. You should find someone!" However, Clark never expected that the moment he pulled his gaze away from Robet, he would encounter the most terrifying thing in history: his mother Martha pressuring him to get married!
"Mom... I..." Even Superman seemed somewhat at a loss when faced with this question. He stammered awkwardly, unable to figure out what to say.
"I know you're special, but you still have to try integrating into human society, don't you? After all, aside from being stronger than ordinary people, there's no other difference between your appearance and that of a normal human, is there?" Martha shook her head at Clark and spoke softly.
"Before, Robet hadn't regained his sanity, so you had to spend your energy taking care of him. But now that Robet has recovered, there isn't much to worry about aside from his large appetite. You need to think about your own affairs too."
"That girl Lana is quite good. Or rather, all those children you saved back then turned out fairly well. At least they've never said anything careless. Even after growing up, they're still grateful to you, and they aren't as afraid of you as they were when they were children..."
"You and Lana already have the perfect beginning of a prince rescuing a princess. So you have to seize the opportunity. You can't let such a wonderful princess slip away!"
Yes, the Lana Martha was referring to was one of the students on the school bus that Clark had pushed out of the river fifteen years ago after exposing his abilities.
Lana was also special among them. When Clark had been taciturn as a child and bullied by his classmates, she had been the only one to stand up and speak for him.
Lana had helped Clark out of trouble more than once. After all, at the time, she had no idea that Clark was so powerful.
Therefore, in Clark's heart, Lana was not a princess. She was more like the prince who saved people—or rather, the warrior who dared to help the weak!
"We'll see. Once I can control my abilities better and understand my body, I'll think about it..." After coming back to his senses a while later, Clark sighed softly.
"Sigh!" Hearing Clark's words, Martha sighed regretfully as well. To be honest, she still hoped to hold a grandchild while she was alive, but judging by the situation, that hope seemed rather slim.
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