The next day, the Kent Family set out in their battered old pickup truck. They enjoyed the scenery along the highway, and the atmosphere was completely different from when Clark had been alone with him. The gloom in his heart gradually lifted.
"Welcome back next time..." At noon, Robet walked out of a buffet restaurant completely satisfied. The restaurant manager sent off the Kent Family with a bitter smile, preparing to deal with the customers who had not eaten their fill.
The restaurant manager could hardly be blamed for being unprepared. After all, judging from how satisfied Robet looked, it was obvious how much he had eaten.
The restaurant manager had suspected Robet more than once, but Jonathan had come prepared with a certificate from a competitive eating contest. The manager had been rendered speechless and could only accept his bad luck.
"Oh? Then I'll come again next time. I have to say, your food really suits my taste..." Robet's eyes lit up when he heard the manager's words, and he spoke expectantly. "It's just that the portions of steak are a little small. I suggest adding pasta to every serving. You could also prepare more of those delicious rolls!"
"..." The corners of the manager's mouth twitched slightly. He glanced around, then leaned close to Robet and whispered, "How about this, kid? I'll pay for you to go to the Franka buffet restaurant a block to the left. Their prices are five dollars higher than ours. The other dishes are about the same, but they have more bread, and their chef cooks steak faster."
"Really? That's great!" Robet broke into a grin. He had not expected to gain something extra from a single meal. It seemed that entering an eating contest was not the only way to earn prize money!
Before long, with the money the restaurant manager had secretly stuffed into his hands, Robet promised not to come back, allowing the manager to breathe a sigh of relief and return to dealing with the other customers.
Robet did not go to the next buffet restaurant to eat after all. He planned to try it on the return trip. After all, Clark still owed him a second meal...
And so, the Kent Family set out again. No one knew how much time had passed when Clark, who had been listening to Martha tell jokes, suddenly turned serious. He stared ahead, where a storm had gathered into a tornado that was rampaging through and devouring everything around it!
"Wait! Dad! Stop!" At the same time, Robet, who had been meditating, also sensed that something was wrong. He opened his eyes, looked toward the tornado, and shouted urgently. By then, Jonathan, who was driving, had also spotted the distant tornado, along with the cars and crowds fleeing back toward them.
Jonathan instinctively stopped the truck, got out, and slowly looked ahead. When he saw crowds of people running toward them in panic, he came to his senses and shouted at Robet and the others, "Quick! Hide under that bridge!"
As soon as Jonathan finished speaking, he began guiding the panicked people to safety. Clark instinctively followed Jonathan's instructions and walked toward the underside of the bridge with Martha.
"Are you kidding? We're young and strong! You're evacuating people here while we go hide?" Robet would never blindly follow Jonathan's orders. Instead, he joined Jonathan in helping evacuate the crowd.
Clark also came to his senses at that moment. He hurriedly said to Martha, "Mom, go under the bridge first. I'll go help..."
"Be careful!" Martha nodded worriedly. She had no intention of holding them back. Instead, she ran toward the bridge, nervously rubbing her index fingers and thumbs together as she watched her family.
Even though Martha knew that Clark and Robet were different from ordinary people, she had no confidence at all in the face of such a terrifying natural disaster.
Besides, if Clark and Robet revealed their astonishing abilities, there would probably be even more trouble afterward...
"Helping is fine, but remember what I told you!" Jonathan had the same concern. He had no problem with his two sons coming to help, but he did not want to see their abilities exposed.
"Okay! We'll be careful!" Clark hurriedly nodded. He and Robet began helping evacuate the people nearby.
At first, the father and sons managed the evacuation fairly smoothly. But as the tornado drew closer, the wind pressure grew stronger. The crowd began staggering in all directions. Robet and Clark were fine, but even Jonathan found it difficult to walk.
"Dad, go under the bridge with them. Clark and I can handle things here!" Seeing this, Robet frowned and shouted at Jonathan.
"No!" Jonathan was rather stubborn. He had once told Clark that he hoped Clark would not intervene when he saw others in danger. Yet now that he was witnessing this disaster descend, he still chose to do his part to rescue and help others. It seemed contradictory to his teachings, but it was also perfectly reasonable.
Jonathan was a kind man by nature. He was willing to risk his life to rescue others, but he did not want his sons to expose their unusual abilities while doing so and draw the world's attention. The two things did not conflict.
"Help! Help me and my children! Somebody help!"
Just then, a woman's terrified cries for help came from nearby. Jonathan was the closest, and without hesitation, he struggled over. Robet helplessly sighed and hurried after him.
When they reached the source of the cries, Robet discovered that a car had overturned on its side. The door on the other side was pinned down by another vehicle, trapping a woman and two children inside.
"Crack!" Jonathan pushed hard against the car, but it did not budge. Robet, however, did not hold back. He smashed through the front windshield with his elbow, ducked inside, pulled out the two children first, and then dragged out the woman. Jonathan opened and closed his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
"Clark, help! One child each—we need to get out of here!" Feeling the wind growing stronger around them, Robet hurriedly picked up one of the children and shouted to Clark.
"Okay!" Clark naturally would not make Jonathan, who was already struggling to walk, carry a child. He scooped up the other child and hurried toward the bridge.
The woman hurried after Robet and Clark. Jonathan, however, did not rush to retreat. Instead, he looked around, as if checking whether anyone else was trapped.
Soon, Jonathan's gaze sharpened. He spotted a bloodstained piece of clothing. He instinctively forced himself to walk over, and after a while, found a body crushed beneath the wreckage, already lifeless...
"Ah!" Just as Jonathan let out a soft sigh, a fallen car door was swept up by the gale and slammed into him.
"Dad!" Robet had just set down the child when he saw this. He hurried toward Jonathan, but by then, Jonathan had struggled to his feet. Meeting the gazes of Robet and Clark, he smiled and waved at his two sons. Clark instinctively remembered Jonathan's words and grabbed Robet.
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