Today, the bald caped man changed out of his iconic yellow uniform for a rare occasion, and put on a black suit that didn't fit him well.
But combined with his tough looks, he looks handsome in a different way.
"Hey! King!" Saitama waved and greeted from a distance, "This place is so luxurious! Where is the buffet?"
Genos bowed respectfully: "Mr. King, you are very well dressed today."
Bang Gu stroked his beard and smiled, "My dear King, I brought some homemade sake. How about we taste it together later?"
Di Wang walked forward with a smile.
Associating with these truly powerful people is the foundation for him to establish himself in this world.
As for the association's petty intrigues? They are nothing more than passing clouds.
Later, Tornado, Fubuki and Chiba Reina formed a table with Saitama and the others, completely ignoring the association's arrangement of socializing with business tycoons.
Everyone was toasting each other, but the atmosphere was not lively.
"Your Majesty, try this~" Fubuki picked up a piece of crystal clear sea bream sashimi, dipped it in the special sauce and put it to Di Wang's mouth.
She specially applied a moist lip gloss today, which glowed attractively under the light.
Seeing this, Longjuan felt a little jealous, so he used telekinesis to control a piece of tuna belly and stuffed it into Di Wang's mouth: "This one is more delicious!"
"Hey! Sister! You'll make Lord King choke if you do this!" Fubuki glared at Tornado in dissatisfaction.
Tornado snorted softly.
Fubuki's momentum weakened instantly.
Saitama was wolfing down wagyu beef, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster: "Mmmmm... this buffet is awesome!"
Genos carefully added grilled tamarind and beef to Saitama's plate.
Bangu sipped sake with a smile on his face, while Chalanko sat stiffly in the corner, stunned by the luxurious scene.
At this happy moment, Di Wang suddenly felt a darkness above his head.
Looking up, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue wandering warrior costume and holding a wooden stick in his mouth looking down at him.
The man had two ancient swords on his waist, and he exuded a sharp sword aura.
"Atomic Samurai?" Di Wang recognized this fourth-rank S-class hero.
"King, I knew you would come." Atom Takeshi stepped aside to reveal three swordsmen in different costumes behind him: "I brought my disciples here to see the world."
Iai-an, the demon Kamaitachi, and Bushido Drill all saluted in unison with their movements clean and neat.
The samurai swords on their waists gleamed coldly under the light.
Saitama swallowed the food in his mouth and greeted enthusiastically: "Uncle, do you want to eat something together? Anyway, there is enough for you to eat at the buffet."
As he said this, he pushed a plate of freshly grilled beef steak over.
"Uncle?!" Veins popped out on Atomic Samurai's forehead, and the wooden stick was bitten off with a 'crack' sound. "I'm only thirty-seven years old!"
Saitama looked confused: "Isn't Thirty-Seven an uncle?"
"you!"
Di Wang interrupted at the right time: "What do you want to see me for?"
Atomic Samurai took a deep breath and picked up a new stick: "Request a fight."
His eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife, "Only by fighting against the strong can I sharpen my swordsmanship."
The atmosphere at the scene froze instantly.
Tornado floated to Di Wang's side, with her hands on her hips: "Hey! If you want to fight, come find me!"
Atomic Samurai smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Ms. Tornado, you are joking."
He didn't want to fight with this person with super powers who could overturn a city.
Di Wang thought to himself: With my current strength, I am indeed no match for Atomic Samurai.
He suddenly had an idea and pointed at Bangu: "He is a martial arts master. Why don't you fight him and improve your kendo skills."
"Old man, you should take a rest." Atomic Samurai interrupted, his eyes flickering.
He had challenged Bang when the Hero Association was established three years ago, but was beaten so badly that he was at a loss.
Banggu smiled but said nothing, sipping his sake slowly.
Seeing that the other party was determined to challenge him, Di Wang could only decline politely: "A cocktail party is not a place for a duel. Let's fight again another day."
Di Wang believed that if he gave himself some time, with the help of the system, his strength would quickly surpass Atomic Samurai, and that would be the best time to fight.
"No need to bother." Atomic Samurai suddenly took out a red apple from his pocket, "Just use my knife to cut it open."
He took off the sword from his waist and offered it with one hand, "By looking at the movements of the apple, I can judge a person's martial arts level."
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