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Subsequently, no monster incidents occurred for several consecutive days, and Lin Mo also enjoyed a rare period of peace.
Until a news report broke the city's tranquility.
... An organization named the Peach Garden Gang, whose members are all bald, are equipped with advanced power armor and claim to want to establish a world without work...
Currently, it has caused damage to multiple buildings...
On the TV screen, a group of bald, burly men in black combat suits were wreaking havoc.
The leader, codenamed "Mace Head," was expounding his lazy theory.
"How outrageous!"
Saitama, who was sitting in front of the TV, scooping pudding with a small spoon while watching the news, instantly had veins pop out on his forehead.
"What's wrong with being bald! Do bald people deserve to be misunderstood! These scoundrels are simply tarnishing the reputation of all bald people!"
Perhaps because he had been bald for a long time, Saitama had an inexplicable sense of protectiveness over his identity as a "bald person."
In his opinion, what these people did was more detestable than any monster, because they were ruining the reputation of bald people.
"I'm going out for a bit."
Before he finished speaking, Saitama had already changed into his iconic yellow combat suit, transforming into an afterimage as he rushed out of his house, leaving only the words "I can't let them ruin the image of bald people any longer!" echoing in the air.
Lin Mo had just bought a bento from the convenience store and was about to go home when he saw the news and Saitama's swift departure.
He shook his head helplessly, already accustomed to Saitama's thought process.
"Forget it, I'll go take a look."
Lin Mo thought to himself.
Moreover, he also really wanted to see Sonic, the speed-type ninja from the original work.
When Sonic first appeared, his power level was probably around Demon-level, and he likely only achieved Dragon-level strength after training later on.
He thought about it repeatedly, and Sonic was just the best test subject for the [Skill Copy Card (Demon-level)].
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At the same time, in F City, on the top floor of the tallest skyscraper owned by the local richest man, Zeniel.
In the luxurious office, a handsome man in a black bodysuit, wearing a flowing purple long scarf, and with long black hair, stood quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the chaos on the streets below.
He was Sonic, the bodyguard hired by Zeniel with a hefty sum.
"A rabble that only relies on external objects and brute force."
Sonic looked at the Peach Garden Gang members below, clad in their cumbersome power armor, and a sneer of undisguised disdain and coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"They are simply defiling the word 'battle.'"
As a ninja who had honed his physical speed to the extreme, he most despised those who relied on equipment.
In his opinion, getting rid of these "trash" was just a flick of the finger.
Just as he was about to move to clear these troubles for his employer, his pupils slightly contracted.
A yellow figure, at a speed that even startled him, flashed by among the distant buildings.
Finally, with a "boom," he landed heavily in the center of the Peach Garden Gang's disturbance, stirring up a visible circle of dust.
"Hmm?" Sonic's gaze became serious; clearly, such speed had piqued his interest.
He revealed a "naive" smile, deciding to observe a bit longer.
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On the street, the dust slowly settled.
Saitama's sudden arrival made the members of the Peach Garden Gang collectively freeze.
They stopped their destruction, and dozens of pairs of eyes focused uniformly on the man in the ridiculous bodysuit.
"This guy... he's bald too," a member whispered.
"It looks like he specifically ran over to join us?" another member said, stroking his bald head with some difficulty.
"But there are no extra combat suits..."
"Hey, you guys," Saitama raised a finger to stop their discussion, pointing at them with a serious expression, and said in a lecturing tone:
"With the same hairstyle as me, don't do these embarrassing things anymore! Go home quickly!"
After a brief silence, there was an uproar of laughter.
"Huh? What nonsense is this guy talking about?" Mace Head, who was in charge, seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the century.
He pointed at Saitama with his finger and sneered.
"I thought a companion had arrived, but it turns out it's just an idiot who came to get in the way?"
The smile on his face instantly turned sinister, and he impatiently waved his hand, issuing an order: "Stop talking nonsense with him, kill him!"
"Yes, boss!"
At this command, dozens of bald, burly men around them grinned menacingly, activated the power armor's boost mode, and swarmed forward.
In their opinion, this scrawny bald man in a ridiculous bodysuit would be knocked unconscious with a single blow, just like that guy who called himself a hero before.
However, reality quickly gave them a resounding slap in the face.
They didn't even see how Saitama moved.
Only a dense sound, like popping beans, and a harsh sound, like a metallic symphony, suddenly erupted in the center of the battlefield!
"Clang! Clang!" "Crack! Pop!" "Crash!"
Those power armors, claimed to be made of military-grade alloy and indestructible, were as fragile as paper in Saitama's seemingly unremarkable, even somewhat casual, elbow strikes.
In less than ten seconds.
When Saitama's figure stopped again, the battlefield had returned to an eerie silence.
Except for Mace Head, all members of the Peach Garden Gang had fallen to the ground, groaning in pain.
Their power armors, without exception, had turned into piles of smoking scrap metal.
"Wh-what!?"
Mace Head's menacing grin froze on his face, and then a wave of fear instantly shot from his feet to the top of his head.
He couldn't for the life of him understand how a human body could possess such terrifying strength!
He didn't hesitate for a moment, turned around, and ran.
However, he had only taken one step.
Saitama simply took an easy step forward, and his figure appeared silently behind him as if teleporting.
A precise hand chop gently struck the back of his neck.
Mace Head didn't even feel pain; he just felt his vision go black, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
His massive body crashed to the ground.
"Phew, that should do it," Saitama clapped his hands, revealing a relaxed and satisfied smile.
He looked up at the clear blue sky, his mood suddenly brightening.
"Now, no one should mistake me for a terrorist just because those guys are bald, right?"
He was genuinely relieved that he had successfully defended the honor of bald people.