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Soon after, the police arrived at the lecture venue with Benjamin Parker.
Even today, Benjamin holds the title of Executive Director at Parker Industries. However, the truth is, all key decisions, including those from the chairman's office, have been handled by Clark.
The reason for this is simple: the work environment under Clark's leadership is a nightmare. While ordinary employees can at least rely on their salaries, Benjamin has no need to endure working alongside his "monster" of a son. He keeps the chairman's title only for show, a way to maintain appearances for the public, who are unaware of Clark's true power.
So, with plenty of free time, Benjamin rushed to the scene the moment he heard the news. After confirming that May was unharmed, he approached the truck that Clark had stopped and spoke to him while he was talking to a New York police officer.
"K... Superman, what happened? Do you know why the car crashed?"
Benjamin suspected that May's political rivals had orchestrated the incident. Even if it was disguised as a simple accident, an event like this at May's speech would surely impact her campaign.
"Ahem... Mr. Parker."
Before Clark could answer, the police officer next to him cleared his throat, getting Benjamin's attention. Benjamin recognized him as George Stacy, a senior officer in the NYPD and a strong candidate to become the next Police Commissioner.
"Officer George, is there a problem?"
George made no effort to hide the distrust in his eyes as he looked at Clark. "I think it would be much better to ask the police about this case than to ask Superman, don't you think?"
This was a stark contrast to the trust most New Yorkers and police officers had in Clark. George, a strict believer in American law, saw Superman's actions as a crime and fundamentally wrong. He had no affection for the hero at all.
George's hostility toward his son angered Benjamin. He didn't care about American laws; all he knew was that his son fought criminals every day, reducing New York's crime rate to the lowest in the world, and yet this officer was disrespecting him.
Despite his anger, Benjamin remained calm. "In that case, I'd like to hear what you've found out, Officer George."
George, still young and not yet commissioner, didn't seem to notice the change in Benjamin's tone. He took out his case notes.
"According to our investigation, it's been confirmed that the driver was too tired while driving, causing the vehicle to lose control and swerve into the venue. It was a simple traffic accident, but thankfully, with the help of... that superhuman," he said, grinding his teeth, "no one was hurt."
Benjamin frowned. The scene looked exactly as George described it. The truck driver was in a coma, which appeared to be from a combination of fatigue and the crash itself.
But the quick conclusion didn't sit right with Benjamin. He looked around for Clark, trusting his Superman son more than the police officer.
Everyone noticed that Clark had moved to the unconscious driver and was examining him closely.
"Please do not approach the injured."
The voice belonged to George, but everyone assumed he would only give the order from a safe distance. Instead, to the shock of every officer there, George walked forward, grabbed Clark's arm, and tried to pull him away from the driver.
George's colleagues, who were generally annoyed by his dislike of Superman, were now impressed. This "bastard" was practically guaranteed to be the next commissioner, and his fearlessness was something to behold. They all knew Superman was harmless, but most people, aware of his immense power, felt an instinctive awe and wouldn't dare approach him so casually.
George wasn't strong enough to move Clark, who was focused on his observation. However, the pulling did make Clark realize someone was there.
"I'm sorry, Officer George."
Sensing the embarrassment, Clark immediately stepped away from the driver.
"Alright, everyone," George said, "this was just a traffic accident. We'll handle the rest. You can all go home now."
As the crowd began to disperse and George was about to start the cleanup, Clark spoke up.
"But this was not a traffic accident."
His words made all the police officers freeze.
"What?"
Looking at their confused faces, Clark pointed at the unconscious driver. "The driver was being controlled by someone. He wasn't tired; he was hypnotized."
"Superman, are you sure?" George's expression turned serious. While he disliked Superman's disregard for the law, he, like everyone else, trusted his abilities.
Clark nodded, confirming his statement. "I've felt the same power from a friend of mine. There's no mistake."
"That's a major problem," George said, his mind racing. It wasn't the existence of a superpowered person that worried him. If a case involved a superhuman, the police would simply report it and pass it to a higher authority.
The real issue was the cargo: the truck was transporting a full load of gold-titanium alloy that Stark Industries was selling to the New York City government. If someone was behind this, whether they were targeting the city or Stark Industries, it was a massive deal.
George was troubled, knowing he couldn't handle this on his own.
Meanwhile, Clark had already slipped away, returning to the scene in his original identity, and left with Benjamin.