Marvel, one punch

Saitama clenched his fists, frowned, lowered his head and kept mumbling.

Ah, why are you so strong?

Although Saitama was able to control his overly powerful power very well when sparring with Genos in the past, in this different world, Saitama seems to feel a little unfamiliar with the control of power.

The bald devil

A brick hit Saitama's bald head accurately.

It was thrown by a kid weighing [-] pounds, with a pimpled face and barking, "Bald devil, you are a monster" and so on.

A child

Of course I need a fucking beating.

Saitama bent down, and under the incomprehensible looks of everyone, he thrust his hands into the cracks in the ground and lifted up the entire ground in front of him.

Ah, did you just hold the Saitama you threw at him like that, looking at the little fat man with a cold and menacing look?Seeing this, the crowd around them became quite quiet and even began to retreat slowly.

calm

Tony was sweating coldly. The bald head in front of him must be some kind of superpower. He was incredibly strong. That was a whole piece of land.

With a quick step, he held Saitama's waist to stop him from moving towards the fat house.

Happy, come and help me.

Tony couldn't hold him back by himself, so he was pulled forward slowly by Saitama.

Happy took a breath and was glad that he didn't do anything too extreme to the bald head, otherwise he might be the one being lifted up now.

He trotted forward and hugged Saitama.

Calm down, big brother, you are the big brother, calm down, that's just a child. If the child is too aggressive, don't argue with him.

Tony kept persuading. At this time, Saitama was dragged by two people. He was moving very slowly and was still some distance away from the crowd.

Saitama was a little dizzy with anger. Although it was indeed his fault for not controlling his strength well enough to make a huge hole, he was fine. Moreover, he had been feeling guilty for so long and did not see the redness or raised veins on his forehead. ?

Also, when we came to rescue just now, who removed those obstacles at once?

I worked so hard to save myself, but in the end I got no encouragement and kept grabbing the huge hole. Doesn’t it mean that I, Saitama, need to kneel down and kowtow to everyone?

Tony was bitter, I don’t know what happened to Saitama today.

If he knew Saitama would be so angry, he wouldn't have mentioned the giant cave at all.

Seeing that the two people still couldn't hold back Saitama's angry steps, Tony stared at the crowd on the boy's side and blinked wildly.

I wish I could just roar: Whose fucking naughty kid is this? Take him back.

However, as Saitama advanced, the crowd slowly backed away, and no one took away the naughty child who was already frightened and stunned.

Could it be that he is an orphan?

The [-]-pound naughty boy was trembling, and his lower body felt a lot smoother and a little comfortable, but it seemed to have a bit more odor.

At this time, his teeth were chattering, his head was lowered, his legs were numb, and he couldn't move mainly because Saitama's current appearance and fierceness were too terrifying, and a child couldn't bear it.

Suddenly a shadow came over my eyes, blocking the sunlight.

The fat boy slowly raised his head, his nose drooping and his mouth speaking in a dialect. He looked very frustrated anyway.face staring in front of you.

My pupils narrowed sharply, and I felt that the back of my lower body suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

Saitama, you are a hero, right?

Tony stood directly between the bald boy and the fat boy and spoke seriously.

Saitama was stunned, and his originally fierce face covered with black lines suddenly changed into the familiar look of salted fish.

Ah yes, a hero driven by interest

Before Tony could continue to make up his words.

Saitama just acted out of common sense and suddenly put aside the plot of land he was holding.

Tony:

New York melon-eating people:

Happy: Fortunately, I hid quickly. Can’t this bald man see that I’m still around? I almost turned into meat paste.

When the fat kid saw that salty face, he didn't know who gave him the courage, and suddenly said: Bald devil, you must be afraid of Iron Man.

Pointed at Tony.

Happy, take this kid down quickly and change him into a pair of pants or something. It's best if he can take a bath. Tony panicked and quickly asked Happy to take the smelly kid away.

This naughty kid has learned to be such a bitch at such a young age.

How could this bald man be afraid of me?

Saitama scratched his bald head and took a step back in disgust.

Kindly raised his hand and pointed at Tony's feet.

Tony followed his finger and saw that he was standing on a pool of unknown yellow liquid with a dark face, and there was a faint odor.

But he didn't react too much at this time. After all, there were so many people around him. How could he lose his image for this little bit of disgust?

He held his hands behind his back, cleared his throat, and looked at the bald head seriously.

Why are you

Tony didn't know what the fuss was about when Saitama suddenly put down the plot of land.

Ah, I just remembered that original goal again

want to be a hero

Now I can be considered a hero. I don’t want to be a hero because I need your comments, but I want to be a hero because I want to do this.

So I suddenly thought it was no big deal

Saitama might be talking to himself there, or telling Tony, or even telling everyone present.

I finally evacuated the crowd and told them that Saitama is not a monster or a bad person.

This was said by Iron Man himself, and it was more or less convincing, so the crowd finally left with their own thoughts.

Hunuo, here you go.

Tony threw a hot dog and a carton of milk at the bald man sitting on the seat.

I just spent all my time evacuating the crowd. On my way back, I met a kind old man.

The old man would give these two things to himself no matter what.

Tony couldn't resist, so he could only accept it, and watched the kind old man say something about excellence and go away.

And the dignified chairman of Stark Group will take a bite of these Mengniu and Sicong hot dogs.

Oh, it's impossible in this life

So just take it back and give it to the bald devil to solve.

Oh, it's really a big help. Saitama happened to be hungry. He held these two pieces of food, and his eyes lit up.

My stomach also rumbled appropriately.

oooo

Saitama took a big gulp, stuffing most of the hot dog into his mouth, biting it off with his good teeth, and sipped another mouthful of milk.

Ah, it’s so beautiful. Thank you, shit.

Saitama's mouth was filled with food mixed with white liquid, and he thanked Tony vaguely.

Tony didn't pay attention. He looked at Saitama's eating expression and couldn't help but smile secretly.

As he chewed, Saitama's delicious expression gradually appeared on his face, and even his dead fish eyes appeared.

grumble

Saitama looked around and saw that Tony was holding his abdomen and looking at him.

In fact, Tony was just hungry. If he hadn't met Saitama, he would have been eating real delicacies with Happy at the luxury restaurant in Stark Tower.

Now I'm just curious about how Saitama can eat a hot dog so deliciously.

But in Saitama's eyes, this is different

Ah, although I usually don’t divide breakfast between people, it seems that this is what Tony gave me in the first place. It’s okay for him to share a little bit, right?

Saitama looked at Tony's pitiful look and imagined it. He took off a small piece of hot dog and stuffed it directly into Tony's hand.

Tony:

He knew that Saitama might have misunderstood something. He didn't intend to eat this kind of garbage, but his stomach growled again, making Tony stare at the hot dog in his hand and fell silent.

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