“Dad?”

“Are you worried about something, John?”

On the farm, after dinner, Peter and Azu were playing a game of crumpled paper basketball.

They were competing to see who could be the first to throw a crumpled piece of paper into the trash can.

For Peter, who was gradually becoming superhuman, this posed no difficulty at all.

But to keep the game interesting, he deliberately missed his shots instead of throwing the paper ball accurately into the trash can.

“I have a little worry. I had a fight with Clark.”

Azu dejectedly threw the paper ball toward the trash can.

With a “thud,” the paper ball landed perfectly inside, but because he threw it too hard, it quickly bounced back out.

This made his mood even worse.

In the past, when he played this game with his father, he could always control his strength accurately.

He knew he had thrown it too hard, so he had learned to control his strength with his father’s help.

“A fight? What did you argue about?”

Peter crumpled up some newspaper and then turned to face young Azu.

Azu said somewhat guiltily, “I said some things that were a bit excessive.”

“So you think you hurt him? Right?”

“A little.”

Peter casually tossed a crumpled paper ball forward, and with a “pop,” it obediently landed in the trash can.

He clapped his hands, “Looks like I’m a bit luckier tonight; I’ve already thrown three in.”

He knew why Azu had fought with Clark.

Clark liked to stick to him, always wanting to share everything with him.

This time, he acted as a little informant, telling Clark how Azu had almost cut a car in half with his laser eyes.

He wasn’t surprised that Azu had done something like this.

After all, this kid liked to cause trouble with his laser eyes; in a past life, he had shot a “chicken” with them, and when he was younger, he had used his laser eyes to split a gunman in half.

Moreover, he noticed that Azu's personality had some issues.

Although not as bad as in his past life, it wasn’t as stable as Clark’s either.

For example, in the past, Azu craved love and recognition and was overly concerned about how others perceived him.

Now he showed signs of this too, being sensitive and yearning for affection.

For instance, if Peter showed even a little attention to Clark, Azu would immediately feel abandoned.

In his past life, Azu had a volatile personality, quick to explode and then just as quickly fake a smile and calm down.

Now this kid also had a similar personality.

One second he was laughing and playing games, and the next he would push down a little friend who whispered bad things about him and beat them up.

Now, it was not just a personality issue; it was even about killing.

He was also ready to take out that hook-nosed man who threatened him, but he didn’t want to do it this way.

After all, this method was not only unsafe but also very easy to be discovered.

However, he still held a positive attitude toward Azu’s thoughts of self-defense.

A multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Peter coughed, saying to the dejected Azu, “Since you think you hurt Clark and realize this mistake, it proves you don’t want this friendship to end, right?”

Azu blinked, “That’s right.”

“So what do you think is the best way to handle this?”

“I—should apologize to Clark?”

“Correct.”

“But…”

Azu hesitated and said, “But wouldn’t that…?”

He wanted to say it would make him seem wrong and that he wouldn’t be able to hold his head up high.

He cared a lot about how others viewed him.

Peter patted Azu’s golden hair; he knew what he wanted to say, “No, it will only show that you’re more mature than Clark.”

Azu’s eyes immediately lit up, “Dad, do you really think I’m more mature than Clark?”

“Of course.”

Azu’s dejected mood immediately improved.

“Besides the apology.”

Peter asked him, “Do you have anything else to tell me, John?”

Azu hesitated, “No, no.”

“Really?”

Under Peter's sharp gaze, he immediately felt a bit guilty.

“I think… I might have done something wrong.”

Although he wanted to hide it, he still crumbled under Peter's scrutiny.

Peter not only educated him gently but occasionally punished him as well.

For example, he would be banned from watching TV for a day or forced to eat vegetarian for three days.

Although it wasn't physical punishment, it was even more terrifying.

Azu would rather take a beating; after all, he was tough and could withstand it.

So he cautiously revealed that his laser eyes had caused the hook-nosed man to have a car accident.

“Did I do something wrong, Dad? Clark said I made a mistake.”

Azu asked Peter, somewhat confused.

“No, you shouldn’t evaluate it in terms of right or wrong.”

Peter said to him, “You hurt him because he tried to hurt us, right?”

“Yes.”

Azu nodded repeatedly, “He wanted to hurt Dad.”

“Yes, so he should be punished, but you shouldn’t do it this way.”

Peter tried to teach Azu about methods.

“On one hand, not everyone in that car deserves the death penalty; on the other hand, it’s very easy to be discovered.”

Peter told him, “Until you have enough power, Azu, you cannot expose your abilities.”

“I… I understand, Dad.”

Azu nodded, half-understanding.

“Good, go rest now.”

“Good night, Dad.”

After saying good night to Peter, Azu prepared to go upstairs to rest.

“Don’t forget your milk; drink it all before going to bed.”

Peter reminded him.

“Okay, Dad.”

Azu ran upstairs with a “thump thump thump.”

It seemed that drinking milk was ingrained in Azu’s genes.

Now, growing up on the farm, Azu had a strange obsession with milk.

Even without Peter reminding him, he would drink it all in one go.

After Azu went upstairs, Peter sat down and casually took out the letters from the mailbox he had checked earlier that day.

They were all flyers from the Christian Baptist Church and advertisements from banks.

After a quick glance, he pulled out a funeral notice.

“Louis Wilson?”

Looking at the name of the sender, Peter furrowed his brow slightly.

This seemed to be his cousin?

Since he had taken over the original body, he rarely contacted distant relatives, and his memories of these people had become a bit fuzzy.

After opening the notice, he found that this cousin also lived in Smallville.

The cousin's youngest son had unfortunately died in a car accident, and the funeral would be held the day after tomorrow. They hoped he could attend.

Attend a funeral?

Peter put down the letter and looked out at the night sky.