The Father of American Comics Superheroes
Chapter 57: Depression (1/2)

“Dear gentlemen! Ladies! And our lovely children! Next, please enjoy our special performance!”

“That’s right, what you see in front of you is a mutant, a mutant monster that makes people scared and talkative!”

“But please note that here, they are just for our pleasure… a magical species!”

Following the host’s words, a performer with a long whip in his hand gently flicked the whip and drew it on the back of a mutant.

The mutant with a hard shell on his back and short limbs looked like a large standing turtle.

When the whip fell on him, he immediately obeyed and fell to the ground, crawling around on the ground like a turtle.

Seeing this scene, warm applause rang out, but there were also many people watching this scene, showing a look of revulsion.

Mike frowned, looked to Charles and Eric, said: “Do not look, go!”

“Dad!” Charles looked pale and said, “Is he like us?”

At this moment, Mike wanted to say ‘no’ to the boy, but in the end he nodded his head.

Because he knew that Charles and Eric already had the answer, this time a ‘no’ word, seems particularly pale and false, and now these two children need is a can rely on, can let them hide from the malicious warm embrace.

So he walked up to Charles and hugged him.

Charles was a little frightened, but still showed a pair of eyes from Mike’s shoulder and looked at the show.

“These people are disgusting! These sons of bitches!”

Eric let out a low curse, feeling nothing but overwhelming anger.

At the moment, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of empathy because of their mutant status.

Mike did not blame Eric for bursting into foul language, but pressed Eric into his arms and said, “Control yourself, the ability not to storm out.”

Eric nodded, buried his head into Mike’s arms, no longer to watch the show.

And aside, Clark also turned his head in great disgust, he felt a little sick at this point, because in some ways, he and the mutant have quite a bit in common.

The show continued.

In addition to the mutant at the beginning, there was another mutant.

The mutant’s body has also been mutated, with insect antennae, and her ability to blow out crystal-like bubbles, which are very beautiful under the light.

At this point, these two mutants are like the animals that appeared before, in the sound of whips and whistles, performing a show for everyone.

Eric clenched his fist and suddenly said, “Dad, I want to save them to go!”

Mike mused and said to Charles, “You contact them and see what they mean.”

Charles wiped his eyes, his gaze tightened to the mutant crawling on the ground.

Only to see the mutant’s body lurch, his eyes began to search through the crowd, but with the sound of the whip, he continued to crawl again.

A few seconds later, Charles looked shocked, then looked at the other man.

“Well?”

Seeing Charles’ face not look good, Mike asked, but in his mind he had already vaguely guessed the answer.

“They all refused.”

“What?” Eric’s eyes widened and he whispered incredulously, “How is that possible?”

“They said, leaving here, instead they live worse, can’t even get enough food, here, at least they can still get some money.” Charles said in pain, with a small sob.

Sure enough, this is the case.

Mike heart a sigh.

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