Whoosh!
A figure standing not far from Eric moved faster than him.
He rushed towards Jonathan, who was frozen in place, before Eric could.
Eric felt everything around him slow down.
In his super-sensitive perception, the pedestrians on the street, the out-of-control car speeding towards Jonathan, and the GG promotional video playing on the tall buildings all paused.
It was as if all existence had been put on hold.
In the magnified scene, only a figure with a golden light behind him ran.
The body, trailing a blurred golden shadow, grabbed Jonathan and quickly dodged to the side.
Bang!
Time returned to normal, and the car crashed into the shop wall with a bang.
The car's airbags immediately deployed, knocking the driver unconscious.
Eric saw clearly that the blond kid with the backpack, after pushing Jonathan away, immediately activated his super speed, which was no less than his own, and vanished in an instant.
Eric, using his super speed, helped support his father, who had been pushed away by the blond kid.
During his high-speed movement, he also used Heat Vision to scar the drunk driver's chest.
Although it wouldn't completely kill the person, if they didn't receive timely treatment, they would likely be done for.
For someone so drunk and disrespectful of their own life and others', Eric didn't mind sending them to hell to reflect first.
Time returned to normal. After Jonathan reacted and heard the bang, he saw the car that had been speeding towards him crash into the wall, and he was unharmed.
After taking a deep breath, he looked at Eric, still shaken.
"Are you okay, Dad?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine. If you hadn't pushed me away, I probably would have ended up in the hospital."
Jonathan said, having narrowly escaped death.
"It wasn't me, Dad."
Eric shook his head, a serious look in his eyes.
"I saw a guy who ran as fast as me; he saved you!"
"Is that so?"
Jonathan's face showed a puzzled expression, "Someone who runs as fast as you?!"
In his impression, no one ran faster than Eric.
Now that Eric said there was someone who ran as fast as him, it made him wonder if such a person truly existed.
Jonathan pondered while reaching into his jeans pocket.
A moment later, he shook his head with a serious expression, "He not only saved my life but also stole my wallet."
"That credit card, your credit card, was in the wallet and he stole it."
Then, with a somewhat self-reproaching expression, he shook his head and said, "I should have been more careful."
"Don't blame yourself, Father. Against someone who runs that fast, if I were you, I wouldn't have any good ideas either."
Looking in the direction the person disappeared, Eric said while falling into deep thought.
The speed at which the person ran resembled Flash, but at this point in time, the first Flash was already dead, and the equipment was currently still within Justice Society.
The second Flash, Barry Allen, should still be in Central City, worrying about being a slow-paced teenager, and it would be a long time before he became Flash.
Where did this guy, who looked so much like Flash, come from?
After returning to Kent Farm, Martha immediately looked worried when she heard her husband's wallet had been stolen.
"Your wallet was stolen, oh my god! Jonathan, are you okay? Are you hurt? Did the robber have a gun?"
"No injuries."
Jonathan explained to his wife, "It's just that the guy ran a bit fast, similar to Eric and Clark."
After comforting his wife, Jonathan walked towards the storage room.
The storage room was a temporary wooden shed Jonathan had built, where he kept many usable items from the farm.
"I'll call the bank now and have them immediately cancel the credit card."
"Wait."
Eric stopped his father.
He wanted to find out the person's identity. If the person who stole his credit card used it, he could use the credit card's transaction records to track their whereabouts and then follow the clues to find them.
"?"
Seeing Eric stop him, Jonathan turned his head to look at him.
"I'll make the call."
Eric smiled slightly at Jonathan and walked up to his father, saying.
"Alright."
Eric walked to the storage room and picked up the phone, but instead of calling the bank directly, he dialed a private number.
"Malcolm Merlyn?"
"Yes."
Malcolm's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Is Clark still with the Thug Gang?"
Eric asked coldly.
"No, he's been busy with his own affairs lately and doesn't let us interfere. Most of the time, I don't see him and can't know what he's busy with."
Although Clark now controlled the Thug Gang, its leader, Malcolm Merlyn, had maintained contact with Eric.
So, even though Eric hadn't directly contacted Clark, he knew his general whereabouts.
"Whatever he wants to do, try to cooperate with him and don't let him discover your private contact with me. Also, I need you to help me monitor a credit card's transaction records."
Eric stated his purpose.
"Once you find the person's address, notify me immediately."
"Understood!"
After hanging up the phone, Eric walked out of the storage room.
The setting sun in the sky descended, and the moonlit night gradually began to fall.
The moon behind the mountains gradually climbed into the sky, and its clear moonlight shone on his body, causing some kind of change in him.
It was as if his entire body was bathed in a hot spring, and a sense of abundant power constantly surged within him.
Feeling the moon's blessing on him, Eric's brows furrowed.
Would this "blessing," or rather "curse," follow him like a shadow forever?
Meanwhile, not far from the farm, at Aunt Neil's house.
Aunt Neil was looking at Lana with a strange expression.
When Lana's body was previously possessed by Countess Solu, she was greatly tormented, leaving her with indelible psychological trauma.
This caused her to feel a little fearful even now when she saw her familiar niece.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Neil, I completely don't remember what I did during that time. If I caused you any harm, I apologize."
Lana apologized sincerely to her aunt.
Aunt Neil looked at her hands, which were raw and bloody from constantly playing the piano due to a curse, and sighed.
"Are you sure that wasn't you, Lana?"
"I'm sure, Aunt Neil. I only remember reading an ancient spell book and then suddenly losing consciousness. I have no memory of what happened afterward; perhaps it was another person possessing my body who was acting."
Lana said with a worried expression.
Now that she knew what she had done, her heart was filled with shame and guilt.
"Whether it was you or not, Lana, our farm and horse ranch were completely destroyed."
Aunt Neil stood up, "The process of rebuilding our farm will definitely be a massive undertaking."
"I'm truly sorry, Aunt Neil."
Lana held Aunt Neil's hand and apologized to her again.
"I... I will do my best to make amends, in every way I can."
"Lana, you don't need to apologize so much, after all, we're family, aren't we?"
Aunt Neil smiled at her niece, holding her slightly cold hands, "It's not me you should be concerned about and apologizing to, but others. I know it wasn't you, but they don't know, and perhaps they think that was your original intention. But I know you're not, you've always been a kind child."
Lana's eyebrows furrowed when Aunt Neil mentioned the others she had hurt.
"I will, thank you, Auntie."
After entering her room, Lana lifted her clothes, took off her close-fitting underwear, and turned slightly to look at her back in the mirror.
Near her lower back, a strange symbol was imprinted there.
Since she woke up, the mark, composed of two lines and black dots, had been on her waist, and no matter how much she washed, it wouldn't come off.
Frowning, Lana took off her clothes, revealing her well-endowed figure, and entered the bathroom to wash her body.
But no matter how much she rinsed, or even deliberately scrubbed, she couldn't remove the mark.
Finally, she had to reluctantly give up the idea of removing the mark.
After taking a shower, she ate something light and then headed to Kent Farm.
Due to the previous big battle with Clark, Aunt Neil's horse ranch was destroyed, so she could only stay with Aunt Neil at the Talon Club for now.
From the Talon Club to Kent Farm, seeing the farm that had already turned into ruins, her inner guilt and unease deepened.
Although she didn't remember what happened, the moment she saw the farm, images surfaced.
It seemed Kent Farm was destroyed by her?
Although she didn't know how she did it, it definitely had something to do with her.
Seeing the light in the barn, Lana tentatively walked towards the barn not far away.
After knocking on the door, she found Martha, Jonathan, and Eric enjoying dinner inside.
"Sorry."
Lana greeted them somewhat awkwardly.
Outside the barn, Eric and Lana spoke alone, face to face.
"Has Clark not returned yet?"
Lana asked Eric.
"No, his rebellious phase isn't over yet."
"Is that so?"
Lana nodded with a somewhat downcast expression, leaning against the broken cattle fence that only had one side left, looking at the moon rising from the mountains, and whispered, "I came to apologize to you, Eric. I don't remember what I did to you, but whatever it was, I'm truly sorry."
"Today I saw a friend of mine, we're very close, and she told me I should see a doctor, a psychiatrist. It seems she suspects I have multiple personality disorder. I don't know what to say, but even if there are two personalities, they both come from me."
Lana's voice was somewhat helpless, "I don't know if I can ever go back to how things were, but I am truly repentant and remorseful."
"If your repentance hasn't been rejected, then it means it's not beyond salvation."
Eric said in a calm voice, "If you're hoping to get some comfort and solace from me, I'm sorry, I can't help at all."
"Not comfort, just..."
Lana hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to reach out and try to hold Eric's right hand, wanting to tell him that she just hoped he understood what kind of person she was and how much she cared about his opinion.
But Eric's phone rang.
Picking up his phone and seeing that the contact was Malcolm, Eric's brows slightly furrowed.
After answering the call and chatting with the person for a few moments, confirming that they had already helped him find the address of the person who stole the credit card, Eric hung up the phone, bid Lana farewell, and walked towards Metropolis.
Lana was left alone, looking sadly at the moon above her head.
If there were a Moon Goddess or Moon Knight, could they hear her innermost thoughts?
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