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"Say, say, one, again!" Central Plains also pushed the little boy to the ground.

Because the distance between the two of them was too close, Zhong Yuanzhong could clearly smell the strange smell that the little boy hadn't bathed for a long time, and he turned his face in disgust.

"I'll tell you what you want me to say." The little boy seemed to be in poor health. He couldn't suppress the coughing in his throat anymore, and his cough was earth-shattering in an instant.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up and stepped on the little boy with his feet.

If you don't say anything, you won't let him go.

Under the stalemate, the little boy compromised, "There is a woman in the clinic, and we ate together. He was injured and encountered a monster when he was acting alone."

The monsters in Yokohama are supernatural beings, especially those with strange shapes and strange abilities.

"Ah, you didn't say it earlier." Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't care about the little boy anymore, and turned into a red light and left.

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Saitama scratched his hair and took out a small mirror to look at his cheeks.

The swelling is very slow, and it is best not to exercise before the swelling is reduced, but this will slow down the speed of becoming stronger.

"I'm not sure when I'll meet stronger monsters."

"If I can't protect myself, I will lose my life."

"But the gums and cheeks are swollen."

Forced exercise is obviously not advisable.

If you used the full form at the very beginning, at that level, you shouldn't be so embarrassed when you meet the light rope man again.

But in that case, the hair is definitely not as thick as it is now.

"Oh, you can't have both." Saitama didn't regret his previous decision, but his cheeks were swollen, his speech was slurred, and one of his teeth was a little loose, so he didn't dare to eat something as soft as tofu. .

The door of the clinic opened quickly, and a red light flashed in.

"Qitama!" Nakahara Chuya saw Qiyu's swollen cheeks at once, "Who hurt you?"

The sheep king was angry.

"It's not a strong monster." Saitama held an ice cube against his cheek, "Chuya, it's fine. That's my challenge too, I have to win."

In the gears of fate, various monsters will continue to appear, even ghost-level monsters. These must be defeated, because he is Saitama.

"You didn't call me." Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed the gauze wrapped in ice, feeling the coolness through the gauze, and whispered, "If you meet a monster again, as long as you call me, I will definitely appear."

He hardly leaves Yokohama, and he is familiar with this place like the back of his hand, and he also pays close attention to how Saitama walks on the road when he comes out of his residence.

But still let the monster take advantage of the loophole.

This was supposed to be a gap that should not have appeared. The orange-haired boy felt that he had not shouldered his responsibility well, and the guilt swept over him like a tide, and his blue eyes dimmed.

Saitama took the initiative to lean his cheek against the gauze, and looked at Chuya Nakahara very close, "Chuya, I am sure to defeat that monster. The reason why I didn't call you is because I want to win by my own strength. Because I don't want to I have been relying on you for a lifetime to solve all dangers, and I think I have that part of the ability to protect myself."

He has not forgotten the responsibilities that the young people took on their shoulders and those commitments from the heart.

"You think, if one day we have to temporarily separate, if I encounter monsters again at that time, if I have the ability to protect myself, will I be able to survive safely?"

If you don't have the ability to protect yourself, you can only wait passively to die.

Monsters will not let you go just because you are weak.

Nakahara also felt that the ice inside the gauze had melted a little and started to drip. He removed the gauze, stretched out a finger, and carefully poked Saitama's cool cheek.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

It must be painful, especially when he was just beaten, Qiyu thought he had lost half of his head in pain.When the cheeks are swollen, the teeth and cheeks hurt, and half of the face can only feel pain.

"Ice compresses are fine." Qiyu pointed to the inner room, "There are ice cubes in the refrigerator, and gauze next to it."

Nakahara also went in and took a clean new gauze, rewrapped the steaming ice, and came back to stick it on Saitama's cheek.

"Then, the next time you encounter monsters or other dangers, even if you know you can win, you still call me." Zhong Yuanzhong also expressed his worry, "This time it is the cheek, next time if it is an injury that is inconvenient to move Well. If I were here, at least I could take you back to the clinic."

As for whether or not to help, that is not forced, it can be discussed temporarily.

At least it's better than not knowing about it at all.

This is his regression.

"Okay." Saitama felt that Nakahara Chuya's proposal was very suitable.

"Should we inform the Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency about this matter?" Nakahara also thought that during the daytime in Yokohama, there was also a supernatural organization controlling the field, "There is also the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

The appearance of an unprecedented monster, if it is not defeated by Saitama, it will destroy the balance of Yokohama.

"Don't tell them in a hurry. I don't know when or where those monsters will appear. I can only confirm that the monsters came to me. I feel that even if I notify them now, it will not solve the problem."

Because monsters exist in the cogs of fate, and only appear when fate is in motion.

And fate, no one can control.

"I listen to you." Nakahara Chuya said.

It's just that although this matter has been put aside for the time being, Nakahara Nakaya always feels very uncomfortable when he sees Qiyu's swollen cheek, holding the medical book pitifully.

He fought countless times in Rabo Street and Yokohama, and he never lost or got slapped on the cheek.

"Qitama, why don't you give me a try?" The orange-haired boy tried to suggest, "I don't use supernatural powers."

Qiyu raised his head from the medical book, glanced at the young man's handsome cheeks, and shook his head lightly, "I won't slap her, it's ugly when my cheeks are swollen." One side has a small face, and the other side has a big face, and she can't speak easily and is weird.

"Even if it's swollen, I will recover soon." Nakahara Nakaya grabbed Saitama's hand, helped him make a fist, and put it on his cheek, "Come and try."

"No." Saitama refused, "Chuya, why do you suddenly have such an idea."

"I just want to try." Nakahara Chuya couldn't think of a reason.

Just want to try it?It's just unreasonable.

Qiyu refused, grabbed the gauze and continued to apply ice, stretched out his hand and pushed the boy out, "The clinic is very safe, I think there are many members of the organization calling you now, as the leader, you cannot leave your post without authorization, go quickly .”

Fearing that the young man would not leave, Qiyu also assigned a task by the way, "The sushi vinegar is gone. I remember that there is a promotional rush in the supermarket during non-working hours. Go and buy some fruit vinegar by the way. If you go in time, you can still force it." To the promotional fruit wine."

Saitama grabbed the note and put it in Nakahara Nakaya's palm, and pushed him out the door.

Fruit wine, fruit vinegar, sushi vinegar, there is no reason to stay now.

The little boy left behind by Nakahara Chuya did not go back to the slums, but left quickly, preparing to secretly investigate the monster that suddenly appeared and hurt Saitama.

It's just that his investigation is not going well.

"Nei, you said there was a monster in Yokohama, what kind of monster is it? Why didn't I find any clues?"

Bandaged and wearing his iconic Harbor Mafia trench coat, he looks as handsome as the King of Sheep and as annoying as he is.

The little boy was too lazy to talk nonsense, "Rashomon."

The clothes turned into sharp blades, rushing forward with a dark red light.

"Oh, I'm so scared." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to touch the sharp blades, and those fierce and majestic sharp blades disappeared instantly.

"Impossible." The little boy was stunned.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand, and said in a casual tone, "Tell me, what kind of monster is it that keeps you asking."

The order arranged by the mafia leader is to investigate the strange supernatural beings who appeared in Yokohama, but to some people, supernatural beings are just monsters.

"Someone got hurt because of this." The little boy said, and began to back away without a trace, "I won't tell you who he is."

He ran quickly.

"It's Saitama." Osamu Dazai quickly concluded.

The whereabouts of the little boy are not so secretive, especially for the almost pervasive mafia intelligence force, it only takes a little investigation to draw a conclusion: the little boy specifically went to Chuya Nakahara, and angered this The king of sheep, success made him panic and angry, and he rushed to the clinic.

Therefore, although I don't know why the little boy has a relationship with the clinic, this does not hinder the inference of the conclusion.

"Beautiful boy, maybe we can die in love beautifully." Dazai Osamu ran in, bent over, and took Saitama's hand.

"Where am I beautiful?" Saitama turned his face away, showing Dazai Osamu his swollen high cheeks that looked a little funny, "Not beautiful at all, okay? And I love life very much, and I will not die for love. Also, although your bill is an internal account, it needs to be signed by Mr. Sen to be reimbursed directly."

Saitama took out the bill and handed it to Osamu Dazai.

All kinds of treatment costs are added up, and because the internal bills are used, only the cost price is required, and the price is not very high.

Osamu Dazai pinched his wallet, feeling that he could take out the money, but he couldn't pay for it himself if he could ask Mr. Mori to reimburse him.

He put away the bill, stared at Saitama's cheek for a while, "Saitama, did a monster hurt you?"

How could Mr. Mori's apprentice be attacked by monsters? Could it be that the thousands of people in the port mafia are just a display.

Saitama didn't care too much, "It's not a big deal, I've already taken care of it."

"It's really not serious." Saitama emphasized.

Osamu Dazai was sitting behind the desk, looking at Saitama with his chin resting on one hand, obviously looking miserable, but he insisted on acting as if nothing had happened, he was a very responsible young man.

"Mr. Mori asked me to investigate the new supernatural beings that appeared in Yokohama." Osamu Dazai said, "I probably can't hide your matter from Mr. Mori."

"Mr. Mori has a lot of things going on every day, so it's better not to let him know." Saitama felt that even if Mori Ogai knew about it, he couldn't help him at all.