Han Sen and King walked under the bright lights of the fresh produce section, surrounded by customers who, as if drawn by an invisible magnetic field, couldn't help but turn their heads and whisper to each other.
Especially a few young girls pushing shopping carts, their cheeks flushed, their eyes sparkling with irrepressible excitement and admiration.
"Look, look! That blonde, slicked-back hair, with a scar on his face… it must be him!"
"It's him, it's King, the S-Class Hero ranked seventh in the Hero Association!"
"Oh my god, it really is him! His aura is so strong! Is this the oppressive feeling of the Strongest Man on Earth?"
"Eh, but… I think the black-haired handsome guy next to him seems even more handsome?"
"It seems so… Look at his height, his body proportions, he looks like he walked right out of a fashion magazine!"
"Idiot, King is the Strongest Man on Earth, not the Most Handsome Man on Earth! But… the one next to him is indeed a bit too handsome…!!"
"I don't care! I like both handsome men and strong men! I feel like I'm in love!"
"Ah, me too!!"
Although the buzz of discussion was low, it clearly reached King's ears.
He subconsciously straightened his back, trying to maintain a cool expression on his face, but his heart was already pounding.
He was least adept at handling such situations; what if a crazy fan rushed over to ask for an autograph, or made an even more outrageous request, what should he do?
Would he have to activate his Emperor Engine again to conceal his panic?
Just as he was in this internal struggle, Han Sen had already subtly unleashed his Imagination Power.
An invisible, intangible, yet undeniably real psychic field expanded with him at its center.
Like a gentle yet absolute barrier, it blocked all probing and fervent gazes.
Those beautiful female passersby who had been on the verge of making a move suddenly felt the impulse within them subside.
It was as if approaching them would be an extremely rude act, so they only dared to discuss in low voices from a distance, secretly excited.
Of course, even if their willpower was strong enough to break through the psychic barrier,
They would also be completely blocked by a physical force field, unable to get within three meters.
"Tsk tsk tsk, if I switched to security…"
"I'd probably reach the top of the industry in less than three days, becoming a VIP for all the world's billionaires and dignitaries, right?"
Having quietly defused a potentially awkward situation, Han Sen muttered softly.
"Ah, Mr. Han Sen, what did you just say?"
"Oh, nothing."
Han Sen replied casually, while King genuinely hadn't heard clearly.
His attention had been completely drawn to the goods gradually piling up in the shopping cart, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"Um… Mr. Han Sen, do we really… really need to buy so much?"
King looked at the scene before him, feeling his perception being challenged.
Initially, he was in charge of the shopping cart's direction, picking up some vegetables, tofu, mushrooms, and two boxes of ordinary sliced beef, enough for a normal hot pot dinner for three.
However, once Han Sen took over the cart, the scene completely changed.
"King, how can you have hot pot without top-tier meat?"
Han Sen passed the premium meat section, too lazy to even look at the price tags, and simply swept all the boxes labeled "A5 Wagyu Beef" from the refrigerated display into the shopping cart as if they were ordinary cabbage.
The beautiful marble-like fat evenly distributed on the pink meat made King's eyes twitch.
Although he had a high salary as an S-Class Hero and high hero activity allowances that mysteriously appeared from time to time, so he was never short on money,
He didn't have the appetite to spend like this!
"If we're drinking, this will enhance the experience." Passing the liquor section, Han Sen casually picked up two bottles of beautifully packaged sake. King glanced at the price tag and felt that he usually wasn't this extravagant.
"Seafood can't be missing either. Everyone should like this kind of ingredient, right?"
Saying that, Han Sen pushed the cart to the seafood section and pointed at the large lobsters and King crabs on the fresh ice display: "These few, and these too, wrap them all up."
The attendant, looking at Han Sen's incredibly handsome face and his incredibly extravagant demeanor, became three times more efficient with excitement.
King was completely numb. He looked at the mountain of high-end ingredients piled in the shopping cart, enough to last half a month, and his mind went blank.
—This isn't going to a hot pot dinner? This is clearly stocking up the kitchen of a five-star hotel!
—There are only three of us! Three people! Even if we invited Pig God, we wouldn't be able to finish all this!
(Pig God, currently eating: My appetite isn't that small.)
"This is just the beginning."
Han Sen seemed to see through King's shock, calmly shook his head, and casually swept an entire series of a dozen different flavors of large family-sized frozen shrimp from the shelves into the cart, piling them precariously high.
"King, remember, never underestimate hot pot. Since ancient times, the essence of a hot pot gathering has been a war without gunpowder."
Han Sen pushed the fully loaded shopping cart, his expression serious, as he gave King a pre-battle pep talk.
"Since it's a war, naturally, the troops haven't moved, but the provisions come first! Ammunition… oh no, food reserves, must be sufficient!"
King opened his mouth, finding himself unable to say a single word.
Having undergone previous forced training, he knew Han Sen's appetite was much larger than an ordinary person's, after all, he was such a strong hero.
But this hot pot theory… was too outrageous!
Han Sen looked deeply at King, who was still a bit confused, his eyes filled with the pity and guidance of someone who had been there before.
—Poor King, you're still too young! Today's hot pot dinner might not be as simple as you imagine!
—This isn't an ordinary meal; strictly speaking, this is the first assembly of our "Hot Pot Group"!
—In this organization, without a certain level of strength, you might not even get a sip of soup, and could even faint from hunger on the spot!
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Z-City, uninhabited area, Saitama's apartment.
When Han Sen arrived with King, King's worldview had already been refreshed several times.
One second he was checking out at a supermarket in A-City, the next he was being held by Han Sen's collar, with the roaring wind distorted in his ears, and the scenery before his eyes transforming into streaks of flowing light.
When his feet touched solid ground again, he was already standing in front of the unit door of an ordinary apartment building.
The surrounding streets were empty, and the occasional "caw caw caw…" of crows in the distance further emphasized the deathly silence, sending shivers down one's spine.
—He actually lives in the legendary uninhabited area of Z-City…?
Following Han Sen upstairs, King became even more curious about Saitama, his new friend.
King looked at the clock on the wall; from when they started shopping at the supermarket until now, the entire process took less than half an hour.
And Saitama, had actually returned long ago!!
He had not only bought back the limited-time discounted wagyu beef from the supermarket in S-City but also changed out of his iconic hero uniform into a tacky, supermarket-style patterned T-shirt and shorts.
In other words, this bald man, in the short time they were shopping, completed a one-way thousand-kilometer long-distance dash, plus queuing in a crowded place to buy something and returning to the uninhabited area of Z-City…
—What… what a fast man!
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