The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 51: The Resentment of the Battle Dress (1/2)

Hank Pim looked at Mike and couldnt help but laugh and shake his head.

Clark tilted his head and the corners of his mouth twitched up wildly.

He had never seen a dad who looked like this.

Looking at the finish line not far away and listening to Mikes voice, Clark used a little effort to pass his rival and come in first place, crossing the finish line with an undisputed advantage.

Ha ha! Winning!

First place!

Mike and Hank Pim roared wildly and couldnt help but hug each other, patting each others backs, excited to the core.

The black couple stared at the two with ugly faces, cursed and turned away.

Get out of here!

Mike gave the two a middle finger.

Clark and Hope came up happily and were hugged by each of the two men.

Good job! Hope!

Thats for sure!

Hope lifted her chin proudly, like a proud peacock.

Mike bent down to Clarks ear and gently bumped his elbow against Clarks chest, saying, Nice grasp, kid.

Heh heh! Clark rubbed his head happily.

Awards up, go ahead!

Mike pushed Clark down.

Clark and Hope walked quickly to the awards podium.

The two fathers watched from below, while Charles and Eric, who were cheerleaders, couldnt help but cheer out as they watched Clark on the podium.

The prize was not something expensive, but it was an important life memory for the two children on their way to growing up.

After the awards were presented, Clark and Hope grabbed some time to rest, because next was the four-man, five-legged competition.

Can you two do it or not?

Hope looked at Mike and Hank Pim sceptically.

Heh!

Piece of cake!

The two men laughed contemptuously.

A few minutes later, the race began.

Those who participated in the race stood at the starting line and then tied their legs with ropes.

Attention, listen to my command, remember the leg you want to step! Hope swept her eyes at the three men and shouted with a lot of energy, Dont let me drop the chain!

Three people nodded.

But its one thing to have confidence, its another to really run.

Mike is okay, after all, previously known as the king of killers, reaction power is superb, but Hank Pim is a little crotch pulling.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

After a few mistakes, they had fallen behind several teams.

Hank!

Hope shouted in anxiety.

Hank Pim was also anxious. At this rate, the relationship that he and his daughter had easily eased off was going to go back to the original position.

Mike! Cooperate with me!

Hank Pim yelled with a glare, wrapped one arm around Hopes waist, and then said to Mike, Take Clark with you, and lets rush over!

The corners of Mikes mouth twitched.

Thats too much of a desire to win.

With a whisper, he pinned Clark and then began to adjust himself as Hank Pim moved along.

In an instant, they speeded up a lot, and then surpassed each opponent. With a pair of dull eyes, they took the lead in crossing the finish line.

Can you still play like this?

Haha! I told you I could win!

Hank Pim smiled smugly at Hope.

Hope grunted softly, but the corner of her mouth curled up.

Just then, the referee came over and said to them, The score is invalid.

Mike sighed softly, and it was true.

What? You say that again? Look into my eyes!

Hank Pim smiled stiffly, and looked at the referee with cold eyes.