One Punch of Justice

"I am Warring States."

On the other end of the phone, Sengoku said to Saitama in a heavy tone: "Alternate General Saitama, this should be the first time we have spoken, and now I have an important task for you to complete..."

...

Saitama held the phone bug and thought about it for a long time.

Then he asked Da Siqi, who just came out of the restaurant after paying, "Hey——Da Siqi! A middle-aged man with a voice like constipation came to me, and he said his name was Zhan Guo...you Do you know this person?"

oops!

Da Siqi's feet were weak and he almost fell.

"Sai... Mr. Saitama! You are too rude!"

Pushing his glasses, Da Siqi ran over nervously, not caring for his breath, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhan Guo is the admiral of the navy! If you say that, if he is overheard, his boss might make things difficult for him..."

The voices of the two spoke clearly to the Navy headquarters through the phone bug.

The point is, both the operator and the speakers are still on.

"Puchi..."

Lieutenant General Kong Ming almost laughed out loud on the sofa, but fortunately he covered his mouth immediately, but he still couldn't hold it back.

At this time, Garp outside suddenly poked his head into Zhan Guo's studio, and shouted loudly: "I seem to hear that you are constipated, Zhan Guo?"

... Old bastard!

Zhan Guo's face was livid.

This old man has always been deaf to the navy's orders, saying that he is not good at hearing!

Why is it that his ears are better than anyone else at this time!

...

On the other end of the phone, Saitama seemed to understand who Sengoku was, so he immediately corrected his attitude and said enthusiastically, "So it's Marshal Sengoku!"

"Stop pretending to me, I heard everything just now!"

Sengoku slapped the table angrily, and gritted his teeth towards the phone bug: "But I don't care about these things with you now, are you in the Chambord Islands, Saitama? I want you to rush to the 24th peninsula immediately, without delay! "

On the other end of the phone, Saitama looked around, confirmed the number on the tree, blinked and said, "Ah, I'm on the 24th peninsula."

"You're there? That's great!"

The bad mood of the Warring States Period finally eased a little, nodded and said to the microphone: "The thing is, on the 24th peninsula, someone attacked the Tianlong people, you should have seen it too? Go and arrest that guy for me." Take it back to the Navy headquarters!" At this point, Sengoku suddenly frowned: "Saitama...why are you so noisy over there, it seems that there is an idiot talking dirty all the time?"

"Sorry, I can't seem to do it..."

On the other end of the phone, Saitama scratched his head: "You can't let me arrest myself, after all, I didn't do anything bad... Please allow me to refuse."

"Arrest yourself?"

Warring States here is a bit at a loss: "I asked you to arrest the madman who attacked the Tianlong people! Who asked you to arrest yourself?"

"Um……"

Saitama thought for a while, then turned his eyes to the phone bug and said, "But it's the Tianlongren I called...By the way, the idiot you just said who swears is him..."

With a "bang", the microphone in his hand fell on the table.

Zhan Guo stared at the front with a dazed face, suddenly felt his blood pressure rise, dizzy, unable to speak a word for a long time.

...

over the phone

Saitama was silent for a long time after listening to the phone bug, so he simply hung up the phone bug.

Then continue walking towards Charles Rose St.

"Bastard... bastard!"

Saint Charlos twisted his nose with a distorted face, waved a knife in his hand, and said angrily: "You are just a pariah, and the admiral will come and kill you soon! Why are you not afraid at all! ?”

Fear?

Saitama was taken aback, then smiled.

"If even the heroes are afraid, who will stop the evil, and who will protect the ordinary people who are helpless and can only cry when they are hurt?"

A simple sentence, but it seems to be able to touch the depths of a person's soul.

Those dancers who were chained up, and the slaves who were used as mounts by the Tianlong people all shook their bodies and raised their heads in disbelief!

Since being enslaved by the Draconians, their hearts have been dead.

Everyone knows that their only ending is to be tortured to death after being tired of playing.

But today!

The hope that I had never dreamed of before actually appeared in front of me!

That, the ray of justice!

Suddenly, the painting style changed!

Saitama's temperament was as sharp as a sharp blade out of its sheath. He clenched his fist with his right hand, and his voice was not loud, but he was decisive. He shouted unquestionably towards St. Charros: "Let them go! I want you to apologize to the world, Tianlong people!"

Resounded through the sky.

"Don't...don't come here!"

St. Charles Rose finally felt afraid.

Nothing to do with power, status, wealth.

Even if a person with a dirty and despicable heart dominates the world, when he faces a real hero with justice in his heart, he will inevitably fear and shrink back instinctively!

Sitting down on the ground, St. Charles Rose desperately backed away, clutching the dagger tightly as if trying to grab the last straw, grabbed the dancer who was chained by the chain, and pressed the blade against her tender body. On the neck, make the last struggle: "Get out of here! You want me to let her go, don't you? If you dare to approach again, then I will kill her..."

This threat is useless at all.

The Tianlong people with inactive limbs are also bloated in their movements.

Not to mention Saitama, even if it's just Dashiqi, he can cut him into two pieces before Charros Saint can do it!

But at this moment...

Tears flowed from the eyes of the kidnapped dancing girl, and when she looked up again, her pretty face was full of determination!

Before St. Charles Rose could make a move, she closed her eyes and thrust her neck towards the blade with all her might!

Seeing the fragrance disappear in the next second.

Suddenly a big hand appeared ahead of time, crushing the knife into pieces!

It was Saitama!

The knife shattered into pieces, but the dancer survived.

But the broken blade fell apart, still drawing a bloodstain on her face.

"Why commit suicide?"

Saitama looked at her tear-stained face and asked plainly.

The dancing girl opened her eyes.

In those pupils, there is such a sad despair and death.

"The hero who dared to resist the Celestial Dragons..."

The dancing girl choked up, her tears bursting like a dike, crying and shouting loudly: "I don't have the courage like you, but I can never be your burden, it doesn't matter if I die, anyway, I've already lived like a human being... "

"But... please!"

"Please, please kill the Celestial Dragon!!!"

She even had the courage to die, but she didn't have the courage to resist.

What kind of oppression can make people lose all hope and immerse their grief in the depths of their souls! ?