Several days later in A-City, Saitama had come all the way from Z-City. Holding a portrait in his hand, he strode towards his destination.
After some searching, he successfully found a tall building. After sizing it up, he lightly leaped to the roof.
At that moment, Ivanov and his underlings were all on the rooftop, having an open-air party.
As they were enjoying themselves, a bald man jumped up, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"You are... that One-Punch Man, right?"
One of Ivanov's underlings, a Reincarnator, recognized Saitama and shouted, "What are you doing here, B-Class Hero? Don't you see this is a gathering for A-Class and S-Class? Get out of here!"
Saitama ignored the Reincarnators' reaction and pointed the portrait at Ivanov, saying, "Are you Ivanov?"
Saying this, he compared the picture in his hand to Ivanov, and they looked exactly the same.
Ivanov didn't expect them to be looking for him: "It's me. May I ask what you want?"
Saitama looked at Ivanov and said, "The Association told me that in the past few days, you helped the wealthy Arnoxi kill dozens of competitors for money, which has seriously violated the Hero Code."
"So they asked me to take you down and lock you up. Is that the case?"
"Oh, the Association sent a small B-Class Hero to deal with me?"
Ivanov's two thick eyebrows were tightly knit together. According to the news of Byakuya suddenly appearing on the news a few days ago, it was just as he had guessed: the Hero Association was controlled by the Kryptonians.
Thinking like this, he stepped forward and looked down at Saitama, saying, "So what if I did it? You don't want to kill me, do you?"
"Don't think you can be arrogant just because you have the strength of an S-Class Hero. I'm only in S-Class because I... Pfft!"
Before he finished speaking, Saitama punched Ivanov in the stomach, sending a mouthful of blood spewing from the burly man's mouth.
"Blah blah blah, you're so annoying. Just knowing you did it is enough. Now, let's go to jail and turn yourself in."
Saitama said, annoyed, but the other Reincarnators were completely stunned.
Their boss was actually punched and made to spit blood! Even Byakuya couldn't do that! Who exactly was this bald guy?
But there was no time to think. The moment Saitama launched his attack, the Reincarnators around him immediately joined forces and swarmed forward.
In an instant, all sorts of colorful light waves and qi enveloped Saitama. The terrifying air pressure was unstoppable, intending to blast Saitama and the entire street into pieces.
Looking at the attacks around him, Saitama was unfazed, remembering the earlier private conversation he had with the Hero Association's high-ranking officials.
"Mr. Saitama, our investigation has revealed that that S-Class Hero has already formed a very strong network of influence in the surrounding area, with many S-Class and A-Class heroes working under him."
"I have a lot of evidence here indicating that the other heroes around Ivanov are also in cahoots with him. So, if any other heroes resist when you arrest him, for your safety, we'll allow you to retaliate without restrictions and arrest them all."
"Oh, and for every hero you arrest who attacks you, we'll give you a bonus of… 10,000 yen!"
Thinking back to last night's conversation, Saitama widened his eyes, observing the men and women around him who were attacking.
If he could take down these people, he'd get 320,000 yen, which was almost equivalent to half a month's worth of his hero subsidy. This was too good to be true.
Facing the various attacks surrounding him, Saitama clenched his right fist and threw a: Consecutive Normal Punches!
In an instant, the terrifying fist wind roared, and all the attacks were knocked back.
The fist wind, carrying an unparalleled momentum, sent all the Reincarnators flying, spitting blood and falling unconscious. However, under Saitama's control, no one died.
"320,000 yen secured… Hmm?" Saitama's words were cut short when he realized his body was tightly grasped by a large hand.
When he looked up, he was surprised to find that Ivanov, whom he had previously knocked down, had now grown ten times larger and was staring at him with a furious expression.
"You bald-headed bastard! You made me waste an incredibly precious item! Both you and Byakuya deserve to die!!!"
Ivanov roared angrily, grabbing Saitama's body and slamming him into the ground. With the building's disappearance, the entire A-City began to shake violently.
In the Hero Association headquarters building, Tatsumaki, who had once again put on her tight-fitting, split-skirt black dress, felt the tremors beneath her feet with surprise.
Beside her, Byakuya, who was napping on a soft bed, was also awakened by the tremors and met Tatsumaki's gaze as he looked up.
"You...you're not thinking of doing it again, are you?" In an instant, cold sweat broke out on Tatsumaki's forehead, and she instinctively gripped the white pillow on the bedside.
Because she had to endure the pain (pleasure?) for Fubuki, after these days of continuous hard work, even her body, which was no less than an A-Class Hero's physique, had begun to feel a subtle ache in her lower back and her legs were getting weak.
She had reached the point where she couldn't even walk without the support of her psychic powers.
There's an old saying in China: only the ox gets exhausted, never the field ruined. Initially, Tatsumaki was even determined to completely wear this guy out.
But the guy in front of her seemed inexhaustible, as if he could keep going until the great road itself was extinguished.
What does this pathetic worm need such good stamina for? Tatsumaki growled inwardly, feeling as though she had sacrificed too much for her sister, Hellish Blizzard.
"You guessed right, but I just have a little something important to do right now." Byakuya gently stroked Tatsumaki's dark green curly hair.
"Let's go, we might need your skills next." Byakuya said lightly. But seeing Tatsumaki's current weakness, with a thin layer of sweat clinging to her skin, he realized she was too weak to walk.
"It's okay, I'll carry you." Byakuya laughed and lifted Tatsumaki by the back of her neck, pressing her small body against his right arm. But then the sensation on his arm made him pause.
"You...are still wearing a Band-Aid?" Byakuya felt the slight roughness on his arm.
Tatsumaki's face immediately flushed red and she cursed, "Baka, you were the one who insisted I use a Band-Aid to stop the leaks before going to sleep!"
"Alright, I'll help you take it off and change into some normal panties," Byakuya said, reaching out to gently peel off the Band-Aid.
"Ugh!" As the Band-Aid came off, a strange sensation made Tatsumaki cover her mouth and gasp.
Then, Byakuya gently placed Tatsumaki on the bed, urging her, "Go change quickly, you don't want me to change your panties for you, do you?"
Her face flushed, Tatsumaki forced herself up, "No need, I can do it myself!"
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