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Lin Mo slowly took off his glasses and said, "Today is my personal time... I'm not in the mood for such things."
"Please allow me to state my position."
Lin Mo felt a headache at the thought of a group of fans surrounding him. Both before and after his transmigration, he was a low-key person who disliked public attention.
But after transmigrating, King himself had attracted a group of fans due to his "powerful" strength, so this situation was unavoidable.
Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but shake his head and seriously said to the long-haired man, "I'm not here to serve you, understand?"
He took a step forward, just a small one, but the five people opposite him reacted as if facing a great enemy, all retreating in unison.
"My mission is to eliminate monsters! It is to protect the peace of this city!"
Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was firm and powerful, every word striking a chord in the assassins' hearts. "I won't do anything meaningless."
Actually, Lin Mo just wanted to lie at home, play games, and read manga, but such words obviously couldn't be said in front of fans.
As he thought, he couldn't help but recall the time he went to the park to test the power of Intimidation (Dragon Class).
He was quite happy when he first came out of the park, after all, the power of a Dragon-level skill was no joke; a group of mutated wild dogs was subdued with just one glance.
However, this good mood vanished as soon as he walked out of the park.
A group of fans holding exaggerated signs like "Emperor Engine Invincible," and "King, Humanity's Guardian," rushed at him from all directions.
Those fans were simply crazier than the last; they shrieked his name and asked all sorts of bizarre questions.
Just when he managed to deal with one group, another group surged from around the corner, an endless stream, like unkillable small monsters in a game.
In his helplessness, he could only slightly release his Intimidation, then walked through them expressionlessly.
Looking at the "fans" in front of him, who were trembling all over due to "excitement," he decided to make a quick decision and end this boring farce.
He spoke slowly in a cautionary tone, "This is... my final advice to you—you go your way, and I'll go mine. There should have been no intersection between us."
The long-haired man was almost scared witless; he immediately gave a look to his companions, ready to flee this place of trouble at once.
Lin Mo watched their "dejected" figures leaving, a trace of reluctance flashed in his heart, wondering if he had said too much, so he called out to them.
"Wait for me!"
The long-haired man and his group's faces instantly turned pale, showing terror; they thought King had changed his mind and was going to eliminate them on the spot.
Their survival instinct made them subconsciously pull out the weapons hidden on their bodies, preparing for a final battle.
However, Lin Mo's next words made all of them freeze in place.
"Heroes... get tired too." Lin Mo's gaze drifted into the distance, his tone carrying a hint of vicissitude and loneliness, which he had learned from the protagonist of a certain fighting manga.
"I will have a day of retirement, perhaps five years from now... or ten years from now..."
He paused, as if recalling his "magnificent" battle career, then turned his gaze back to the assassins, his eyes filled with the expectation of a "strong one."
"If that day comes, and the passion in your hearts has not faded... then feel free to come find me. I will put everything aside and gladly be your opponent!"
The group of assassins was completely stunned by King's magnanimity. (⊙▽⊙)
"Not only did he completely see through the opponents who wanted to assassinate him... but he also let us go?"
"Five years... ten years... He's not threatening us, but giving us time to grow? He's expecting us to grow enough to fight him?"
"Is everyone in front of a monster an object of his protection? Even treating us assassins equally..."
The same thought couldn't help but surface in the hearts of all the assassins—
"Is this the magnanimity and realm of strongest man on earth (title/epithet) S-Class Hero, 'King'!?"
One of the members of the assassin squad, a burly man with a scar on his face, was filled with indescribable emotion at this moment. He murmured:
"What a broad mind... Compared to him, our little assassination tricks are truly laughable. It is us... who lost without a fight."
The entire assassin squad bowed their heads deeply; they had already decided to abandon the mission.
— — — — — —
"The shop is very busy right now. If you want to eat, go somewhere else." The burly man guarding the door said impatiently to the bald man in front of him.
"But someone is waiting for me inside." The newcomer was Saitama.
"I said, no one gets in today, no matter who it is."
The burly man stood with his hands in his pockets, his attitude extremely arrogant. He sized up Saitama's rustic yellow battle suit and red cape, his eyes full of disdain.
Saitama still tried to explain: "That's not what I mean, someone inside the shop made an appointment with me to play games."
The burly man immediately got angry (▼dish▼#), cursing, "Can't you understand human language? You bald head!"
Then he threw a punch straight at Saitama's face, intending to put him in the hospital for a few days.
The next second, the burly man was knocked out by Saitama.
"Seriously, don't block the doorway, what are you doing, you guy."
Saitama mumbled innocently, grabbing the burly man by the collar with one hand and easily dragging his two-hundred-plus-pound body to a corner by the wall, like a sack.
And this scene was clearly witnessed by the assassin group, who were walking out of the cafe, their hearts undergoing a great purification.
"You... who are you!"
Another assassin immediately lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic, we've even met King. A mere ordinary bald man... no matter how strong, he has his limits..."
Saitama immediately smiled upon hearing this (￣▽￣)~*, "Oh! So King is inside, that's great, I didn't come to the wrong place."
— — — — — —
The scene shifted, and Saitama had already arrived next to King.
Saitama was still holding the game console Lin Mo had lent him, and he curiously asked, looking at the computer, "King, what are you doing on the computer?"
"It seems you're as idle as I am," Lin Mo complained helplessly, "I tried developing a game myself. How about it, want to give it a try?"
"And, I specifically lowered the AI's combo difficulty and reaction speed for you."
Saitama immediately became interested, "Bring it on, this time I'll smash them!"