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

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Saitama's attention was instantly drawn to the colorful packaging bags on the shelf.

He rushed over like a child, grabbed a packet of "Hellfire" and a packet of "Sea Salt Wasabi," and faced a difficult choice.

"KING, which one do you think tastes better?" He asked Lin Mo, holding up two bags of potato chips.

Lin Mo glanced at the two flavors that sounded exciting just from their names, smiled and shook his head: "It's up to you, I'm fine with either."

"Let's buy them all! We'll fight until dawn tonight!"

Saitama generously scooped up both bags of potato chips and grabbed a large bottle of cola.

Just then, the drowsy shop assistant's gaze swept over.

When he saw Lin Mo's face clearly, his eyes widened instantly, and his drowsiness vanished.

"You...you are...the S-class King?!" The shop assistant's voice trembled with excitement.

Then, his gaze fell on the bald man next to Lin Mo, wearing a comical yellow bodysuit, and he gasped again, stammering:

"W-and...you're the recently promoted 'Bald Cape Man'?! Good heavens! Two S-class heroes actually came to our store together!"

This unexpected double surprise made the young shop assistant so excited that her face turned red and she almost fainted on the spot.

He never dreamed that he would meet two S-class heroes at the same time in his life, one of whom was the legendary strongest man on Earth!

Lin Mo felt helpless, but on the surface he maintained a calm and composed demeanor and nodded slightly.

Saitama paused for a moment, then pointed to himself with some surprise: "Oh? You know me?"

"Of course I know you!"

The shop assistant nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, frantically pulling out paper and pen from under the counter, his eyes filled with adoration for his idol.

"I'm a huge fan of the Hero Association! I remember every single S-class hero perfectly!"

"Mr. King, Mr. Cape Man, could you... could you sign my autograph? My son is a huge fan of both of you!

He originally wanted to say that his son was a fan of KING, but he felt it would be impolite to say that in front of another S-class hero, so he quickly changed his words.

"of course can."

Lin Mo took the pen and paper and signed his name "KING" in a flamboyant style, the handwriting exuding a sense of oppression, just like his title.

Saitama took another piece of paper, thought for a moment, and wrote down the five words "Bald Cape Hero" in very simple handwriting.

After he signed it, he glanced at it again and muttered:

"Hmm... this hero name still feels so stupid... I should talk to the association next time and change it to something cooler..."

The shop assistant carefully put away the two autographed items as if they were priceless treasures.

His gaze toward King was pure admiration, while his gaze toward Saitama held a hint of curiosity and encouragement.

“Mr. KING, Mr. Bald Capeman,” he said solemnly, “that ‘Hero Hunter’ has been causing a lot of trouble lately, even several A-level heroes have fallen. You two must be careful when you come out!”

"Especially Mr. Capeman, you're a newcomer, he might be eyeing you!"

These words were full of the citizens' sincere concern for the hero, but to Lin Mo, they sounded a little strange.

He glanced at Saitama beside him, who was placing potato chips and cola on the checkout counter, and thought to himself:

"The hunter you mentioned was just knocked unconscious by this 'newbie' a dozen minutes ago, who mistook him for a stray dog ​​on the roadside."

“Yes, we will be careful,” Lin Mo nodded in response.

"The total is 750 yuan," the shop assistant quoted.

Saitama touched his pocket, and his expression froze instantly.

This superhero costume didn't even have pockets; he forgot his wallet...

Seeing this, Lin Mo naturally took out his wallet from his pocket and handed over a banknote: "Let's calculate it together."

"Ah, thank you, KING. I'll treat you next time." Saitama scratched his bald head a little embarrassedly.

"It's ok."

The two walked out of the convenience store carrying bags full of snacks and returned to the deserted street.

The shop assistant watched them walk away, still immersed in excitement.

"Mr. KING is just as legendary as he is said to be. He has a powerful and composed aura, and he takes such good care of the newcomers. He truly has the demeanor of a senior!"

"With him around, that rookie S-class hero will definitely grow up quickly!"

He completely imagined a harmonious and powerful scene of the strongest hero mentoring a promising junior.

He felt incredibly honored to have witnessed this moment.

Chapter 151 Encountering Fubuki Again

The warm lights of the convenience store were left behind, and Lin Mo and Qi Yu's shadows were stretched long and thin by the streetlights on the cold street.

The night breeze carried a hint of coolness, causing Saitama's somewhat comical white cloak to flutter behind him.

"Speaking of which, that shop assistant was really enthusiastic," Saitama mumbled, taking a bite of the meat bun he had just bought.

"This is the first time someone has asked me for an autograph so formally. I feel a little embarrassed."

Lin Mo carried a plastic bag full of snacks, which swayed gently with his steps, making a "whoosh" sound.

He smiled but didn't reply.

He himself couldn't tell how much of this "enthusiasm" was for his title of "KING, the strongest man on earth," and how much was out of respect for the profession of hero.

"But King, you looked really cool paying for it," Saitama added, his tone very sincere.

"Let's go together next time the supermarket has a big sale. I'll definitely remember to bring my wallet then."

"Okay," Lin Mo replied briefly.

It didn't matter to him who paid, since they were already financially secure.

The two walked side by side, crossing an intersection.

The number of pedestrians around gradually decreased, with only a few vehicles passing by, and the hustle and bustle of the city settled down in the dead of night.

Just as they were about to turn into another street, a figure blocked their way.

It was a woman, wearing a black dress with a slit, her dark green curly hair looking somewhat disheveled in the night wind.

She was still covered in dust, and the edges of her beautiful skirt were even a little torn. Her face showed undisguised fatigue and paleness.

Those emerald green eyes had lost their former luster, staring blankly into the distance with an undisguised sense of bewilderment.

It's a blizzard from hell.

The traces of the battle are still clearly visible on both sides of the street.

Twisted railings, cracked ground, and scattered remains of strange people.

Saitama clearly didn't recognize her. He glanced at the corpses of monsters scattered everywhere with a puzzled look, then looked at her and asked very naturally:

"Ah...do you need help?"

Hearing the noise, Fubuki slowly turned her head around.

Her gaze was first drawn to the strikingly bright hard-boiled egg that reflected the light under the streetlamp.

"You are... the newly promoted S-class hero 'Bald Cape Man'?"

Fubuki exclaimed in surprise.

She was deeply impressed by this mysterious bald man whose battle record was unknown, yet who had risen from the bottom of A-class to S-class like a rocket.

The Hero Association's files contain very little information about him, only that he possesses immeasurable destructive power.

But soon, her gaze was drawn to the tall figure behind Saitama.

The man who exuded an unfathomable sense of oppression simply by standing there—the sixth-ranked S-class, the strongest on Earth, KING.

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The Monster Association's Do-S attacked the city, capturing the entire "Fubuki Group" with a mind-control whip and turning them into puppets to attack Fubuki.

Her sister, the Trembling Tornado, sensed that Fubuki was in danger and descended from the sky, taking control of the battle with overwhelming power.

But after the rescue, all that followed was the tornado's disdain.

"Forming cliques is something only the weak do!"

"Your strength belongs only to yourself; these small fry are just a burden to you!"

"Give up your B-rank fan club, Fubuki!"

Tornado's words, sharp as a knife, still echoed in Fubuki's mind.

Again and again, it shattered the self-esteem and beliefs she had painstakingly built up.

Her once-proud "Fubuki Group," a survival strategy that united all B-class heroes to fight against stronger threats, seemed so laughable and so vulnerable in the face of her sister's absolute power.

Are you really wrong?

Was forming the "Blizzard Group" and uniting with comrades a dead end from the very beginning?

She couldn't get an answer to this question from anyone.

Most A-rank heroes are lone wolves and look down on her organization; B-rank heroes can't understand her frustration at being the top B-rank hero but unwilling to level up.

And her sister is the root of the problem.

After much thought, perhaps only one person in the entire hero world can stand at the same, or even higher, pinnacle as her sister and give her an answer.

That's KING.

A man who belongs to no faction and stands at the pinnacle of all heroes by his own strength, hailed as the "strongest".

His power was such that even Tatsumaki had to admit it, and even felt a sense of dread.

His words certainly carry weight.

“Mr. King”.

Fubuki took a deep breath, bowed slightly, and her voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

She didn't look at Saitama again, focusing all her attention on King.