Chapter 904: Weird Stories at Patrick’s Farm!

Didn’t you just meet my dad yesterday?

You guys talked for two hours.

Star-Lord couldn't help but complain in his mind.

Although he complained in his heart, he didn't show it.

After all, Teacher Martha holds a very high position in the hearts of Dad, Clark and A-Zu.

"Dad is fine. He mentioned you this morning."

"Oh, what did he mention about me?"

Teacher Martha asked with a smile.

"Well, I have something else to do. I'll leave first, teacher."

Star-Lord made an excuse and quickly ran to the classroom.

Star-Lord finally breathed a sigh of relief after he was out of Teacher Martha's sight.

A woman with resentment is really scary!Looking at his own body, Star-Lord breathed a sigh of relief.

Thanks to his agility, he managed to escape teacher Martha's questioning.

In class, everyone was discussing the recent Syndicate incident.

The girls were chattering about the superheroes who had defeated the members of the Crime Syndicate, and they laughed from time to time.

Glancing at the gossiping girls, Star-Lord shook his head.

Time between classes.

Students gathered in small groups of three or four in the classroom corridors or in the classroom, chatting, laughing and joking.

Richie Powers and a few of his men walked to the corridor near Star-Lord's classroom.

As a bully in school, Richie has always been a bully in school.

Students in the first year of high school would be terrified when they saw him, and younger students regarded him as the totem pole of the school.

When he goes to college, the pantheon of these students will be missing its greatest demon.

Richie was overjoyed at the thought of this.

"Hey, you, Peter."

Richie was in the classroom corridor and saw Star-Lord standing by the window and called him.

Star-Lord turned around and looked at Richie in confusion, "You talking to me?"

"You talking to me?"

Richie imitated by pinching his throat: "Hey, Fatty, the way you talk is a bit like a sissy, you know that?"

Star-Lord glanced at his own belly, then at the other's sturdy figure, a puzzled expression on his face.

Who is the fat guy?Are you the real fat guy?I'm just strong, but I still have to eat a few hundred burgers before I can be really fat, right?

Star-Lord, who thought the other person was mentally ill, didn't intend to pay attention to him, but just replied calmly, "No, I don't know."

Richie took a step forward, but had no intention of letting Star-Lord go.

Star-Lord had dealt with his little brother before, and he came here to seek revenge.

"I guess you like to lick that thing. You know what that is, right? The hairy one."

"Really?"

Star-Lord's pretending to be polite is very annoying.

"Yes, I heard that you like it best, not only on Thursdays, but every day."

The other students came over, wanting to see Star-Lord beat up Richie.

But they know that Star-Lord is not someone to be trifled with.

"What do you mean?"

Star-Lord asked in that infuriating tone.

"What do you mean?"

Richie continued to imitate Star-Lord's tone, "I didn't mean anything. I just said you're a fucking fat man, that's all."

"Really?"

Star-Lord continued politely, "I heard you're a big, brainless piece of shit, that's what I heard."

There was dead silence in the corridor.

Richie was taken aback by this and was equally surprised.

Star-Lord took out his cell phone and handed it to the classmate next to him, "Hold it for me, thank you."

The classmate took the phone and stared at Star-Lord in silence.

Richie reacted and yelled, rushing towards him.

Faced with this charge that had no posture or strategy at all, Star-Lord naturally would not take it seriously.

Star-Lord swung his right fist casually, and with a "bang", the punch hit Richie's mouth.

Richie's teeth were knocked out like piano keys.

After knocking out the opponent's teeth with one punch, Star-Lord whispered, "Fatty, go see a dentist, I'm here!"

Then Star-Lord turned sideways and took a half step to the side.

The fist passed over his head, and Richie turned half a circle by his own movement.

All Star-Lord has to do next is to extend one foot.

With a "bang", Richie Boris fell to the ground.

Looking at Richie lying on the ground, Star-Lord walked over and stepped on his arm.

"Now, tell me, are you a brainless piece of shit?"

"No!"

Feeling humiliated, Richie shook his head and refused.

Seeing that the other party was still not honest, Star-Lord shook his head and increased the strength of his right foot, causing Richie to scream again. At this time, his heart was filled with anger, fear and confusion.

This had never happened to him before, so how could it be possible now?How could this fat guy knock himself down so easily and step on my arm to make me surrender?And how could I possibly scream here?

"what!"

Richie, whose arm was in increasing pain, finally gave in and screamed, "I'm a brainless piece of shit!"

He would be willing to yell "stinking shit" for the rest of his life if it meant he could free his arm.

"Call daddy!"

"Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Even when Star-Lord asked him to call him dad, he did so without hesitation.

"So good."

Star-Lord released his foot with satisfaction, allowing the other's arm to be free.

Only after Star-Lord left did Richie stand up in humiliation.

He looked around, no one met his eyes, everyone turned away and went about their own business.

But he could see the contempt and smiles in these people's eyes.

Richie was a little confused. He didn't expect that he would be destroyed so quickly.

Gritting his teeth, he said viciously in his heart: Son of a bitch, you actually used dirty tricks in a fight, don't give me the chance next time.

at the same time.

At the other end of the corridor, a girl with long blond hair witnessed the scene.

Looking at Star-Lord who easily knocked down Richie, a look of surprise appeared on the girl's face.

How did he do that?"Sorry, I just went to get some documents."

Brittany, a somewhat bloated black female teacher, came over and showed her the documents in her hand. "You know, when you get older, you always forget some things."

"You're Courtney Whiteman, right? From Conwayson?"

"Yes, Ms. Brittany, I am transferring from Concewitson Blue Valley."

The girl named Courtney Whiteman is a freshman who transferred from Blue Valley in Conversation.

She didn't expect to witness a fight on her first day at the school.

"Who was that student just now? Ms. Brittany."

Courtney Whiteman curiously asked the black teacher about the Star-Lord she had just seen.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I think his name is Padraic."

Courtney Whiteman said somewhat uncertainly.

"Oh, that must be Peter II. Patrick. He is very famous in the school."

"Because of what? Because he's a good fighter?"

"No, of course not. Our school does not encourage fighting. In fact, it's because he is the son of Peter Patrick, and Mr. Patrick is the most famous person in the town."

"Peter Padrick?"

Hearing the name, Courtney Whiteman nodded.

"To be honest, there are very few people who have moved to Smallville recently. You know, Smallville is prone to disasters, whether it's meteor showers, wildfires, or tornadoes. Before yesterday, I went to a relative's house to avoid a meteor shower, although nothing happened in the end."

Listening to the black female teacher's nagging, Courtney Whiteman smiled awkwardly and walked towards the principal's office with her.

Courtney originally lived a seemingly perfect life in Los Angeles, but due to family changes, she, her mother and stepfather moved to Blue Valley in Conversation to start a new life.

But before she could adjust to life again, her father's job changed and she moved to this small town with her family.

Courtney hated adapting to school life again, and became quite depressed.

As a result, her relationship with her stepfather also became tense.

After adjusting her mood, she followed the black female teacher to the principal's office and completed the admission procedures.

After completing the procedures, the black female teacher took Courtney to the classroom.

"Are you going to live here, Courtney?"

The female teacher asked her as they walked.

"Yes, we stayed in a hotel in the neighboring town for a week because of the crime syndicate. We just moved here yesterday. Because of my father's work, I'm afraid we will have to live here for a while."

"Uh-huh, I have to remind you of something."

The black female teacher suddenly stopped and said to her with a serious expression: "In Smallville, there are some places you can't go to. They are quite dangerous."

"Danger?"

"Yes, the first place is the dry swamp southwest of the town. That place is quite dangerous. If you step into it, it will be easy to get lost. We locals rarely go there."

"What is this abnormality you're talking about?"

"Who knows? Some people say they saw a Wendigo around there."

Courtney was a little stunned, "Wendigo?"

She had just watched a documentary a few days ago and learned that the Wendigo is part of the traditional beliefs and taboos of the Algonquin people in northern America and Canada.

This creature is said to be a transparent troll with bones and heart made of ice.

It is 20 to 30 feet tall, with a huge mouth full of sharp, protruding teeth. When it breathes, the air passes through the jagged gaps between its teeth, making a harsh hissing sound.

Courtney looked at the black female teacher in shock.

Does the teacher still believe this?

"Anyway, I don't really believe in Wendigo, but that place is indeed very dangerous. And Lone Pine Ridge, not only is there a group of indigenous people who believe in white wolves, but there have also been a series of murders there before. Several people were killed there, and the police haven't caught the murderer yet."

The black female teacher said nervously, "The last one is Peter Patrick's farm. You can't get close to that place casually."

"why?"

Courtney asked doubtfully, "Is that place more dangerous than the swamp and Lone Pine Ridge?"

(End of this chapter)