Clark Kent had never imagined that he would lose the Master Leon he respected most.
Amid the crowded throng.
Clark held Leon's body as it gradually lost its warmth.
Desperately trying to cover the bloody holes pierced through by bullets.
But when death descended, everything was so fragile, so irreversible.
No matter how loudly Clark cried.
Master Leon's eyes still gradually lost their color.
Scalding blood flowed through Clark's fingers, yet it could not bring him any warmth.
He tightly held the hand his master had placed against his face.
Letting that blood-soaked palm smear his cheeks into a complete mess.
"No, don't die, Sifu, don't die!"
"An ambulance, an ambulance! Someone help!"
Clark tightened his arms around Leon's shoulders.
He could clearly feel his master's body temperature dropping with every second.
The warmth in his heart fell with it.
At the very end, Leon looked at Clark with hollow eyes.
He had probably lost too much blood to see clearly anymore.
He could only gently stroke Clark's cheek with his blood-covered hand.
And softly say, "Clark, you... must remember... with great power... comes greater responsibility. You... don't become me. You have a better chance than I do... to become a true hero."
"Remember... become... a real... hero."
Blood surged from Leon's throat, and his voice was as strained as though he were wading through water.
Clark hurriedly pressed his ear close to listen.
As the last few flecks of blood spattered against his cheek.
The hand he held tightly went completely limp, and Leon, cradled in his arms, lost the last of his warmth.
There was clearly a noisy crowd gathered around them, shouting for ambulances and police.
But Clark felt as if the entire world had gone silent.
All sound and light drifted away from him at that