Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

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All the monitoring footage and data analysis models on the screen vanished completely after a burst of garbled text.

"A bunch of... irrational people."

He muttered something under his breath, took the lollipop stick out of his mouth, and threw it into the trash can.

The leisurely time at the hot spring inn is coming to an end, and the S-class heroes are beginning their journey home one after another.

Atomic Samurai gathered his three disciples early in the morning, conducted a rigorous morning training session in the courtyard, and then left.

Metal Bat had changed his clothes early in the morning, muttering that he was going back to accompany his sister to the piano competition, his face showing a gentleness that was very different from his appearance.

Before leaving, the sexy prisoner made a point of hugging several male hotel staff members, expressing his gratitude in a way that was full of "love," which drew screams of terror.

When the Hero Association's black luxury car pulled up at the door, everyone assumed that King would get in with his usual awe-inspiring silence.

However, Lin Mo merely nodded indifferently to the association representative who came to greet him, then strode off in the opposite direction from the car.

His deep gaze seemed to be searching for something. In the end, he declined the commissioner's offer of accompaniment and walked alone to the somewhat old-fashioned country bus stop outside the hotel.

On a bench at the station, a bald man was carrying a bag of local specialty hot spring buns, gazing idly into the distance.

Beside him, a blond cyborg was meticulously taking notes in a notebook.

"Have you been waiting long?" Lin Mo stepped forward and asked with a smile.

"Ah, KING, you're so slow." Saitama yawned and casually took a still-warm steamed bun from his bag and handed it over.

"I thought you were going to take one of those expensive-looking cars back too."

"Forget it, dealing with people from the association is exhausting." Lin Mo shook his head, took the steamed bun without hesitation, took a big bite, and said:

“Every time I get on the bus, he reports this and that to me, but it’s all stuff that doesn’t really have any substance. It’s more hypnotic than listening to a sermon.”

Saitama nodded as if in agreement, took a bite of the steamed bun, and then asked curiously:

"Speaking of which, there was quite a commotion last night, what happened?"

"What else could it be? It's all your fault," Lin Mo said irritably, swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Me?" Saitama pointed to his bald head, looking completely innocent.

Lin Mo briefly recounted everything that had happened last night.

"...So, to summarize," Lin Mo said, rubbing his aching temples.

"It's because you told Tatsumaki 'Children shouldn't drink alcohol' that she got drunk by herself to prove she wasn't a child. Then she mistook Zombieman for a monster and used her superpowers to steal Atomic Samurai's sword from a distance and stab him."

"Do you understand now? The source of all this is you, Saitama-kun."

"Huh?" After hearing the whole story, which was as dramatic as a script, Saitama's mouth gaped open in surprise, and he almost dropped his steamed bun.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized and slapped his forehead:

"I thought that loud noise last night was a wild boar from the mountains crashing into the wall! Turns out it was that little girl. She has quite the temper."

Genos, standing nearby, quickly jotted down notes in his notebook, his expression serious as he analyzed:

"I see! Your unintentional remark, teacher, could trigger such a strong reaction among the S-class heroes... It's too profound! I must write it down!"

"Hey! Are you guys even listening to me?!" Lin Mo felt even more exhausted looking at these two guys who had completely missed the point.

Just then, a green streak of light streaked across the distant horizon at an astonishing speed.

High in the sky, Tornado's cheeks were still flushed with anger. She swore fiercely that she would definitely settle the score with that damned bald man!

The bus screeched to a halt in front of the station.

The three of them got into the car and found seats in the back.

The old bus slowly started moving, and the pastoral scenery outside the window slowly receded.

The heroes departed in twos and threes, and the distant hot spring hotel grew smaller and smaller in the field of vision, soon returning to its usual tranquility.

Lin Mo leaned back in his chair, looking out the window, his thoughts wandering.

"Speaking of which, that zombie guy is really tough," Saitama suddenly said.

"Nonsense, they're immortal," Lin Mo replied.

"Hmm... then next time I can let him try to take a punch from me."

"Stop right there! Do you want the Hero Association to disband completely?!"

Genos, standing nearby, was writing furiously: "Exploring the Zombieman's immortality, and the possibility of his regeneration after taking a blow from the teacher..."

Lin Mo watched the master and apprentice singing in unison, then helplessly sat down again and covered his face with his hands.

Chapter 97 Reencounter with Sonic

In Saitama's rather plain apartment in Z City, a fierce "battle" is currently taking place.

"Ooooh! Combo! Take this! The Righteous Rising Dragon Fist!"

Saitama, wearing a hoodie, had fine beads of sweat on his bald head as he frantically pressed the buttons on the game controller at an astonishing speed.

On the screen, the fighting character he was controlling was performing a flashy but flawed combo against KING's character.

Beside him, Genos sat upright with a notebook open on his lap, his pen flying across the page as he jotted down notes.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo, the other protagonist of this "battle," was lounging comfortably on the sofa in a completely opposite manner to Saitama.

He held the handle with one hand, relaxed, his fingers only moving slightly when necessary.

On the screen, his character blocked all of Saitama's attacks.

The impenetrable defense caused Saitama's expression to change from excitement to frustration, and finally to anger.

"Damn it! Why! Why can't I hit him?!" Saitama shouted angrily, his voice filled with resentment.

"Don't cheat, King!"

Just as his character froze due to a very flawed finishing move, Lin Mo's character immediately followed up with an incredibly precise throw.

"KO!"

Huge red letters filled the entire screen, announcing yet another crushing defeat for Saitama.

"Ugh—I lost again!!"

Saitama reluctantly threw the controller aside, his entire body turning into a black and white line drawing.

Lin Mo calmly put down the controller, picked up the hot tea that Genos had already brewed, and took a small sip.

This level of game posed no challenge for him whatsoever.

However, in the midst of this moment of tranquility, a strong gust of wind suddenly rushed in through the open balcony window without warning!

"call--!"

The wind made the calendar in the room rustle.

Genos entered battle mode almost instantly, the core of the incineration cannon on his arm emitting a dangerous red light, and he flashed to block Saitama and Lin Mo.

"Teacher! Mr. King! Enemy invasion!"

Before the words were even finished, a black afterimage had already silently landed on the balcony railing.

The figure moved with ghostly speed, yet landed without making a sound.

The newcomer was dressed in a tight-fitting black ninja outfit that accentuated his strong, muscular physique.

He wore a confident yet manic smile, his long black hair tied up in a bun at the back of his head, fluttering in the wind.

Those sharp eyes locked onto the three people inside the room like a hawk's.

"Who are you..." Genos had never met Sonic before, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, Bald Cape Man."

Sonic licked his lips, his gaze passing over Genos and landing directly on the bald man who looked annoyed because the game had been interrupted, before looking at King inside.

"And you, King!"

His voice was filled with a thirst for revenge and absolute confidence.

Ever since Saitama easily caught up with his once-proud speed and King treated him like trash and sent him to prison, that double humiliation became his sole motivation for training day and night.

He believes that his speed has now reached a state of perfection, enough to wash away his past shame!

"Long time no see. Let's settle our score right here today!"

However, Saitama just lazily picked his nose and looked at him with a strange expression: "Huh? Who are you? Do we know each other?"

Sonic's smile instantly froze.

This disregard angered him more than any mockery.

"Looks like I need to remind you of the fear of being dominated by my speed first!"

“Those rabble who are interfering with the teacher and Mr. King’s time have no reason to exist.” Genos’s voice was cold and ruthless. “I will take care of them.”

"You, a cyborg?" Sonic scoffed.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the railing, turning into a black line that was barely visible to the naked eye, bypassing Genos and heading straight for Saitama behind him!

But Genos was already prepared.

His thrusters instantly spewed flames, and his body moved sideways with astonishing explosive force, precisely blocking Sonic's path!

"Your opponent is me!"

"boom--!"

Genos's arm-burning cannon fired instantly, the scorching energy beam grazing Sonic's afterimage and slamming into the balcony floor, leaving a charred, molten crater.

"Not bad!"

Sonic's voice came from the other end of the room; he had somehow appeared in the corner of the ceiling.

"Then let's dismantle you into a pile of scrap metal first!"

The battle breaks out instantly!

small apartment,

In an instant, it turned into a battlefield.