Di Wang then turned to Fubuki and pretended to meet him for the first time: "You are Tornado's sister, the number one B-class hero, Hell Fubuki, right? I've heard of you for a long time."
Fubuki's expression suddenly became complicated.
She didn't expect to meet King, the seventh-ranked S-class man, here, and she didn't expect that this legendary "strongest man on earth" would be so amiable.
"Hello, Mr. King."
Fubuki tried to stay calm, but her slightly trembling voice still betrayed her nervousness. "I didn't expect to meet you here."
Saitama stuffed a cake into his mouth while mumbling, "You two know each other? Well, King is here too, why don't you tell him about your invitation to the 'Blizzard Group'?"
Fubuki's face suddenly turned pale.
How dare she let King, who was ranked seventh in S-rank, join her own organization?
This is as ridiculous as letting a tiger join a cat club!
Di Wang looked at Chuixue's embarrassed expression, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. It seemed that Tian's visit was much more interesting than he expected.
"Saitama, how about the game console I gave you the other day?"
He knew that Ruoyuki Fubuki was still quite afraid of his identity as King, so he didn't talk to her too much, but sat naturally across from Saitama's coffee table.
When Saitama heard about the game console, he immediately put down his comic book excitedly: "Great! I've been practicing like crazy these past few nights, and my fighting skills have improved dramatically!"
He waved his fist, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit, "Now my Long can already fire three Hadouken in a row!"
Di Wang raised his lips slightly and took out the game console he brought with him from the inner pocket of his windbreaker: "Why don't we have a game?"
"Okay!" Saitama immediately jumped up from the floor and frantically searched the TV cabinet, "Wait, I'll find the machine..."
Fubuki sat nearby, her emerald eyes full of confusion.
She watched the two men interact naturally, and her heart was filled with turmoil:
Why...why would an S-class King be so friendly with a B-class loser? And judging by how familiar they were, it seemed like they had already been friends for a long time?
What shocked her even more was that King's attitude towards Saitama was not at all like that of an S-class hero, but rather like... an equal friend?
Soon, Di Wang and Saitama completed a game.
Not surprisingly, Saitama was defeated miserably.
"Ahhh! How could this happen!" Saitama held his head and yelled, "I can already send out three Hadoukens in a row!"
Di Wang laughed loudly, his fingers dancing nimbly on the handle: "Want to play again?"
"Come on! I'm not afraid of you!" Saitama grabbed the handle unconvinced, with a burning fighting spirit in his eyes.
Fubuki looked at Saitama who was having such a hot time with the S-class King, and her red lips tightened unconsciously.
Her slender fingers twisted the hem of her skirt unconsciously, and an indescribable envy surged in her heart:
I want it too...
She secretly looked at King who was concentrating on the game.
Upon closer inspection, King's three hideous scars not only did not ruin his handsomeness, but instead added a bit of dangerous charm to him.
The way his slender fingers danced on the handle was like a pianist playing a passionate concerto.
After a long time, Di Wang did not let him win this time. Saitama, who had played more than 30 games in a row, once again lay on the ground helplessly, with his soul floating out of the corner of his mouth: "Why... why can't I win..."
At this moment, he caught sight of Fubuki who was still lingering, and shouted at her unhappily, "Hey! How long are you going to stay like this?"
Fubuki pouted as she sipped her green tea and raised her chin proudly: "What do you care about me?"
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