Saitama bent his right index finger, placing it lightly on Garou's forehead.
Garou's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
"…!"
A Normal Flick.
Snap.
Boom—!
The sound was thunderous, far beyond the motion's scale.
Garou shot backward like a cannonball, spewing blood, smashing through buildings one after another before crashing across fifty meters of rubble-strewn street.
The ground split, a trench two meters deep carved by his body as he skidded to a halt.
At the far wall, he hung limp in a human-shaped crater, blood dripping down, eyes rolled white. He was out cold.
Whether he had a concussion? Saitama didn't care.
"Done. Now what do we do with him?"
Holding Garou up like a chicken, Saitama looked at King.
From the trees, two figures approached.
Silver Fang Bang, and his brother, the Whirlwind Iron Fist Master, Bomb.
"That's the one called Saitama? He told us to meet here?" Bomb murmured, puzzled.
His younger brother Bang had always been stubborn, rarely obeying anyone. Yet when this bald youth called, Bang agreed without hesitation. It unsettled Bomb.
"Can he really defeat Garou? That boy… he was our most gifted disciple. If given time, he could have become humanity's strongest." Bomb's voice trembled.
Bang walked in silence, hands clasped behind his back.
Finally, they arrived.
The scene was devastation—broken streets, shattered trees, blood everywhere.
The Vest gang sprawled unconscious, even Vest Master lay groaning.
And ahead—
Saitama stood, holding Garou casually by the collar.
"Oh, you're here. Got the money? One hand the cash, the other hand the goods. Here's your Garou."
Bang: "…"
Bomb: "…"
Their prodigy disciple—defeated, dangling like laundry.
"This… Brother Saitama, twenty million yen as promised. But… how did Garou lose?" Bang asked, his chest tight.
Saitama scratched his head.
"He hit me, so I hit him back."
Bomb: "…"
Bang's eyes sharpened.
"In that case, Saitama… I have a request."
"Mm? What?"
"Fight me." Bang said firmly.
"And me as well." Bomb stepped forward, eyes gleaming.
Gasps rippled through the Vest gang. Even King stiffened.
Bang—S-Class Rank 3, martial arts grandmaster.
Bomb—his elder brother, no less fearsome, master of the Whirlwind Iron Fist.
Two martial arts titans, both challenging Saitama.
"Why should I fight you?"
Saitama tilted his head, picking his ear.
Bang: "…"
Bomb: "…"
Most fighters would kill for such a chance. To spar with legends, to make a name. But Saitama… was ranked higher than them already.
"…Ten million yen."
Bang gritted his teeth. Training Garou had cost him dearly. Offering money was painful.
Saitama yawned. "I'm not fighting for money. I'm a hero, not some sellout."
"Twenty million."
"Thirty million."
"Deal! Where do we fight? Now? Your place or mine?"
Saitama's eyes lit up, smiling brightly.
King almost choked. A moment ago, he was praising Saitama's integrity… now he folded instantly for cash.
"Then to my dojo. Saitama, and you too, Brother."
Bang's voice was low, simmering with intent.
"I am Bomb, Bang's elder brother."
Bomb introduced himself, eyes locked on the bald hero.
"I'm Saitama. Alright then, let's go. King, head home—you look beat."
Saitama strolled off, cheerful, visions of yen in his head.
King's face turned purple. Was this really Earth's "Invincible Hero"?
(End of Chapter)
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