Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

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"Hmm... the air here is really nice!"

Ranked 11th in S-Class, "Vest Master" took a deep breath and vigorously displayed his proud vest.

"Hmph, what a boring activity. My blade won't become dull because of it."

The fourth-ranked S-class warrior, "Atomic Samurai," is holding a toothpick, leaning against a pine tree with his eyes closed, resting. His new sword is at his waist.

"Hmm... Do you have any good snacks?" The S-rank 10th "Pig God" was completely drawn to the refreshments at the reception desk.

Metal Baseball, carrying his signature bat, yawned with a disgruntled expression, seemingly uncomfortable with the atmosphere.

The sexy prisoner had already started blowing kisses to the resort's male staff and enthusiastically asking them if they needed "loving hugs."

However, this time, Chaojin Kuroko did something unusual. Instead of immediately taking off his shirt to show off his shiny muscles, he silently followed the crowd.

Lin Mo walked at the back of the crowd, wearing sunglasses, his hands in his pockets, calmly surveying his surroundings.

Just then, a familiar voice came from the other side of the hotel.

"Oh! King! You're here too!"

Lin Mo turned his head and saw a bald man wearing an ordinary hoodie getting out of a taxi with a serious-looking blond cyborg.

It was Saitama, the "Bald Cape Hero" who had recently been promoted to S-Class 18, and his disciple, the "Cyborg" Genos.

"Saitama, you received an invitation too?" Lin Mo walked over and greeted him with a smile.

“Yes, yes, Genos took care of it for me. I wasn’t interested at first, but he said the Consumer Association would cover everything, so I came.”

As Saitama spoke, his eyes darted around.

"Teacher, please mind your image. You are now an S-class hero as well."

Genos said solemnly from the side, while bowing respectfully to Lin Mo, "Mr. King, it's been a long time. Your aura seems to have become much stronger."

Lin Mo's lips twitched, and he could only nod, maintaining his inscrutable expression.

The surrounding S-class heroes all cast curious glances their way.

"Hey, is that bald guy the new S-class guy?"

The S-class 17th ranked "Sexy Prisoner" wiggled his muscular body, curiously sizing up Saitama.

"He looks ordinary, but I really want to experience the impact of his love!"

"That bald guy... is he really that familiar with KING?" Metal Baseball, ranked 16th in S-class, said with some surprise, sporting his signature pompadour hairstyle.

In his view, anyone who could chat and laugh with KING, the strongest man on Earth, could not be an ordinary person.

"Hmph, a guy who looks like a blockhead." Tatsumaki glanced at Saitama, then turned her head away disdainfully.

Only Bang took the initiative to greet them, and the atmosphere seemed extremely harmonious.

The dinner was held in the hotel's largest banquet hall.

The long table was laden with exquisite dishes, from appetizers to desserts, a dazzling array.

Director Cicada of the Hero Association delivered a passionate speech, thanking the heroes for their contributions and encouraging everyone to enjoy this rare holiday.

However, the atmosphere at the banquet was somewhat subtle.

Most S-class heroes are loners with diverse personalities. Apart from a few, most of them were just quietly eating their food, making the whole hall rather quiet.

Saitama broke the awkward silence.

"Oh! This tempura is delicious! Boss, twenty more servings, please!"

He raised his hand and shouted without any hesitation, his mouth full of food.

"Teacher, please keep your voice down," Genos whispered a reminder from the side.

“Delicious food deserves loud praise; it’s a sign of respect for the chef,” Saitama retorted confidently.

His actions drew considerable attention.

Especially Atomic Samurai, who frowned as he watched Saitama casually pick up a piece of sashimi with his chopsticks:

"What an impolite fellow! He doesn't even know the proper order for tasting sashimi."

Tornado simply scoffed, "Hillbilly."

However, Saitama's interruption seemed to break down the invisible barrier between them, and the atmosphere became much more lively.

The S-class heroes who were already familiar with each other started chatting quietly, and Metal Bat even started arm wrestling with Tanktop Master.

Lin Mo sat next to Saitama, absentmindedly eating while quietly taking out his phone to browse the game forums for a while.

But things didn't go as planned; someone would eventually notice the existence of the strongest man on Earth.

The fifth-ranked S-class character, "Child Emperor," walked over with a glass of orange juice, his short legs carrying him.

"Uncle King, you were the one who set up the secret base that night, weren't you?"

Child Emperor cut to the chase, his eyes gleaming with inquiry, “The remaining energy at the scene is very similar to your ‘Purgatory Unparalleled Explosive Wave Cannon’.”

Lin Mo was not surprised. It was impossible for the association to be completely unaware of such a big commotion, and it was expected that the Child Emperor would come knocking on their door.

Instead of answering directly with a yes or no, he steered the conversation in another direction.

Chapter 91 The Mighty Saitama

"That's a large-scale robotics organization; I think the association should pay attention to it." Lin Mo took a sip of his drink and continued:

"Remember that robot from the Z City Animation City? It belongs to this organization."

"Eh?" Upon hearing this, Tong Di's face showed obvious surprise.

He originally thought that place was just a base of some reactionary organization, but he never expected that it would involve a huge robot army.

"Really? I thought it was some kind of organization that wanted to take revenge on society... In that case, the organization must have a very high level of technology."

"Yes." Lin Mo nodded, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable weight.

"Their threat may be far greater than you imagine. I merely dealt with one outpost on a whim, but their roots are probably lurking much deeper."

Looking into King's eyes, which seemed to know everything, Child Emperor felt immense pressure.

He immediately realized that this was no small matter.

A massive organization that KING personally intervened in and referred to as "cleaning up on the side" must be at least as dangerous as a Dragon-level organization or even higher.

The childishness on Tong Di's face vanished instantly, replaced by solemnity and seriousness.

He nodded vigorously and said:

“I understand, Uncle King. I will immediately report the importance of this information to Sitch and the association's higher-ups. This concerns the safety of all humanity!”

After saying that, he didn't even bother to finish the orange juice in his glass. He turned around and strode quickly toward Sitch without looking back.

After the dinner, it was time for the long-awaited hot springs.

After changing into a yukata and stepping into the steamy open-air bath, Lin Mo felt his good mood was ruined by the sight of a group of muscular "monsters" in front of him.

The sexy prisoner excitedly scanned everyone present, making it seem as if he was about to faint from happiness.

Atomic Samurai and his three disciples were practicing their slashing techniques in a corner, splitting the water's surface with their palms.

Bangu, like an ordinary old man, leaned comfortably against the pool, enjoying the therapeutic effects of the hot spring.

Lin Mo found a corner furthest from the sexy prisoner and carefully submerged his body in the water, leaving only his head above water.

"Oh! This water temperature is just right!" Saitama jumped into the pool right after Lin Mo and let out a long, comfortable sigh.

The warm spring water enveloped his body, invigorating his spirits.

Genos, on the other hand, encountered a problem by the pool.

He carefully put one foot into the water, and with a "sizzle," a wisp of smoke rose up, accompanied by the smell of a short circuit.

"Genos, are you alright?" Saitama asked, turning around.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot to turn off the cooling system on the soles of my feet, and it seems to have had an adverse reaction with the spring water."

Genos replied in a serious tone, "Please wait a moment while I perform a waterproofing process and switch modes."

As he spoke, he began to work on his own leg.

“Speaking of which, KING,” Saitama suddenly leaned closer and asked in a low voice:

"Have you played the latest King of Fighters game? I recently bought a copy on sale, but I'm stuck on the final boss and can't get past it."

"Oh?" Lin Mo perked up immediately at the mention of games, as this was his area of ​​expertise.

"The final boss? His moves are indeed difficult to counter, especially his super move, which is fast and has a strong hitbox..."

The two of them, oblivious to everyone else, began enthusiastically discussing game strategies in the hot spring pool. The S-class heroes around them listened to their conversation and exchanged bewildered glances.

"The King of Fighters? The Final Boss?"

"Is that the codename of some powerful monster? King is actually discussing with a newcomer how to defeat a powerful monster?"

"Could it be... that the bald rookie was also involved in a secret operation to defeat a powerful monster?"

After soaking in the hot springs, the group went to the hotel's recreation room. It had billiards, a karaoke room, and a variety of other entertainment facilities.

However, what attracted the heroes' attention even more was a ping-pong table.

Ranked 13th in S-Class, "Flash Flash" stands arrogantly at the front of the table, racket in hand. Opposite him is Watchdog Man, who is also known for his speed.

The moment Flair serves, his arm becomes a blur, and the trajectory of the ping-pong ball is so fast that the naked eye cannot even catch it.

But all the S-class heroes present could see clearly that the small ball was flying towards the other side at supersonic speed with terrifying spin.

However, the police dog simply extended its paw and casually flicked it.

The ball flew back at an even faster speed.

A duel that would never exist in the eyes of ordinary people unfolds between two extremely fast S-class heroes.

All that could be heard in the air was a dense series of "ping-pong" sounds, but the ball was nowhere to be seen.

"So serious..." Lin Mo was somewhat surprised.

"It looks pretty ordinary." Saitama yawned and picked up a racket from the side. "I'll give it a try."

In the end, the battle ended with Watchdog Man's voluntary withdrawal. Flash wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and was about to give a victory speech when he saw Saitama walking over with a racket.