"That's amazing! It only took two moves to take care of that disgusting weirdo!"
"Sir King, can you sign an autograph for me?"
Di Wang let go of the sweet girl in his arms, dealt with the enthusiastic fans, and confirmed that there were no other threats at the scene before he boarded the maglev train to Z㹐.
The train was traveling on a specially made track at an astonishing speed, and the scenery outside the window turned into blurred blocks of color.
Di Wang leaned back in the comfortable chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Two hours later, the train arrived at Z㹐 smoothly.
Compared to other cities, Z has an alarming number of weirdo cases.
The high frequency of monster disasters has even created a no-man's land in the suburbs.
There are many different opinions on the cause of this phenomenon. The intelligence collected by the Hero Association shows that there are three main theories:
The first one believes that the weirdos are connected to each other and gather here on their own initiative;
The first guess is that there is a special area where monsters can naturally appear;
The third rumor is that there lives a "queen" here who can produce many kinds of monsters.
Di Wang, who knew the original plot, understood that the real reason for the frequent appearance of Z㹐 monsters was the "Monster Association" hidden underground.
It can be said that all three guesses of the Hero Association are correct.
Some of these monsters came to join him after hearing the news, while others were created by Sekkusu using King Orochi's monster cells.
After leaving the high-speed rail station, Di Wang had a smooth journey and did not encounter any other blind weirdos.
This surprised him a little. After all, considering Z㹐's situation and King's ability to attract monsters, he should have run into one or two monsters every few steps.
Soon, Di Shen arrived in front of the shabby apartment where Saitama lived.
He was about to go upstairs when he found two men in suits sleeping like babies in an upside-down position on the green belt in front of the apartment.
Judging from their attire, they appear to be members of the "Fubuki Group".
"Strange..." Di Wang raised his eyebrows, "According to the original plot, it seems a little too early for Fubuki to come to pick a fight with Saitama?"
On second thought, he understood the reason.
In the original work, Fubuki was recruited after Saitama was promoted to a B-class hero, but the current Saitama was influenced by himself and became a B-class hero ahead of time, so Fubuki naturally moved ahead of time.
Ignoring the two unconscious members of Team Fubuki, Di Wang went straight upstairs and knocked on the door of Saitama's apartment.
"I'm coming." The househusband Genos opened the door.
When he saw that the person coming was Di Wang, a hint of surprise flashed in his golden mechanical eyes: "Mr. King?"
"I brought some souvenirs." Di Wang shook the food box in his hand.
After entering the living room, I saw Fubuki sitting in Saitama's house.
She was wearing a dark green high-slit monk's robe, which perfectly outlined her curvy figure.
Her plump breasts propped up the fabric in a breathtaking arc, and her slender waist and perky hips formed a perfect S-shaped curve.
Her slender legs are faintly visible from the high-slit skirt, and the black high heels on her feet add a bit of mature charm.
Her face was exquisite, her fair skin was like the finest porcelain, she had shiny dark green medium-length hair, emerald eyes, and her rosy lips were slightly pursed, revealing a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.
Saitama sat cross-legged beside him, flipping through a comic book with a helpless look on his face, obviously very annoyed by this uninvited guest.
"Saitama, I brought you a souvenir. It was carefully made by my maid. You and Genos can try it."
Di Wang put the gift box on the coffee table.
"You're here, so why bring souvenirs? It's strange!"
Although Saitama said this, his hands moved incredibly quickly. He quickly opened the gift box, picked up an octopus ball and put it into his mouth.
His eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow! Delicious! Genos, try it!"
Genos took one respectfully and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully: "It is indeed delicious. Mr. King's cooking skills are admirable."
"It wasn't made by me. It was the work of my maid." Di Wang corrected with a smile.
At this moment, Fubuki, who had been in a state of shock, finally came to her senses. She stood up abruptly, pointed at Di Wang and exclaimed, "K, K, King?!"
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