Witch Special

"Fellow countryman... I see." The old man didn't doubt Lin Zhenxi's answer, or rather, there was no need to doubt it. After all, it was just a polite probing to open up the conversation. As for Lin Zhenxi's answer, whether it was a relationship or a romantic relationship, it had no impact on what he was going to say next.

"Ms. Lin, I want to ask you, you should know what kind of power Saitama-kun possesses, right?" The old man asked in a deep voice with his eyes half closed.

It was logically impossible for a wealthy individual like Lin Zhenxi to have any connection with an ordinary person living at the bottom of society. Even if this ordinary person later became a registered hero, as long as they didn't reach A-rank, they would still be confined to the streets, with no chance of interacting with the upper echelons of society. Even if they were from the same hometown, a person of Lin Zhenxi's rank wouldn't treat an ordinary person so specially.

Unless there was something about Saitama that Lin Zhenxi was interested in, which made Lin Zhenxi willing to bend down and take the initiative to approach Saitama. And such a thing was exactly the reason why he, the great master of martial arts, appeared here.

After knowing the power Saitama possessed, who could resist taking any action? Whether it was trying to win him over, hiring him, possessing him, or trying to eliminate him, or at the very least, fleeing. In short, no one could treat Saitama as an ordinary person anymore.

Lin Zhenxi rubbed the chin of the black cat in her arms and tilted her head to look at the old man who was staring at her with eagle-like eyes.

"Mr. Bang, the power you mentioned, is it important to me?"

"This..." Bang suddenly remembered that the young-looking but mature-looking woman in front of him did not seem to be a registered hero like him and Saitama.

Rather, they are the real ruling class of this world, who are above the heroes, holding the power called "capital" and possessing the ability to influence and even dominate the Hero Association.

Most heroes themselves are unproductive. They enjoy the admiration and praise of the human world, but this cannot change the reality that they are also supported by other humans.

Are they expecting the starving, underfed, and struggling to survive to support them and allow the heroes to enjoy a comfortable life? Clearly, that's impossible; they struggle to even support themselves. The true proponents of the Hero Association and the establishment of the registered hero system are the wealthy individuals whose tax contributions keep society afloat.

Of course, some will undoubtedly argue that without the oppressive toil of the wealthy, working for meager wages, they wouldn't have been able to accumulate such wealth. But such arguments are pointless, because the reality is that some people enjoy wealth and leisure, while others toil and live in poverty. Complaining doesn't change anything except one's own mood. Everyone lives in their own world. Except for very limited exceptions, few can break through that invisible ceiling. Yet, within these isolated small classes, each has its own troubles and joys. Therefore, live in the present, be down-to-earth, and pursue your own happiness within your means. Only then will happiness find you. On the other hand, aiming too high, wishing for things that don't belong to you, will only bring you complaints and misfortune, and will gradually destroy you.

In summary, Hayashi Maki and Bang are inherently different. Bang hopes the Hero Association will gain another powerful hero so they can better protect humanity. Hayashi Maki, on the other hand, can already get whatever she wants from the Hero Association or even the World United Government. Even without Saitama, she can always find other superheroes to provide her services with just a phone call. So, what does Saitama's strength, or how strong he can be, really matter to her?

Bang fell silent, while Hayashi Maki stared blankly at the lobster meat bubbling in the hot pot. Besides the sizzling sound of the hot pot, the only sounds in the room were the clacking of Saitama chopping meat in the kitchen.

Soon, Saitama came over with two plates of sliced ​​meat piled high like a mountain. He placed the sliced ​​meat on the table and sat down. He looked inside the hot pot and saw that there were still a lot of lobsters. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "There are still so many lobsters. Are you leaving them for me?"

"How can we pick up our chopsticks when the host hasn't even come to the table yet?" Lin Zhenxi replied.

Bang decided to be blunt. Hayashi Maki wasn't on the same page as him or even Saitama, so there was no need to consider the impact of having another person at the table. He could just pretend she wasn't there.

"Saitama-kun, let's continue our previous topic. Would you like to become my disciple?"

"Hmm?" Lin Zhenxi paused while holding the bowl.

It turns out that he was not here to recruit Saitama to join any gang or organization, but to take Saitama as his apprentice.

But isn't a master's sect also a group? If Saitama becomes a disciple, he will naturally be included in Bang's group. Because of the friendship between master and apprentice, it is difficult for Saitama to refuse anything Bang wants him to do.

What a calculation! The old ones are the wisest. If she were to build a relationship like this, there would be many more people who would be better than her old fellow villager.

But the question is, does Saitama need a master? Or, what can Bang teach Saitama? Is Bang, who is only ranked third among S-class heroes, worthy of being Saitama's master?

Lin Zhenxi felt that this old man couldn't even withstand a blow to Saitama's head. Saitama only needed a slight punch to kneel down and beg him not to die.

Sure enough, Lin Zhenxi saw a confused expression on Saitama's overly simple face. His two stick-pen-like eyebrows knitted together, and he said distressedly, "Grandpa, what are you trying to teach me? I have no interest in fishing or square dancing."

Lin Zhenxi almost laughed out loud, but when she saw Bang looking at her with dissatisfaction, Lin Zhenxi quickly put on a serious face and tried to cover up her loss of composure by feeding the cat.

Well, obviously the boiling hot pot was beyond Yanyan's acceptable range. The black cat struggled hard in Lin Zhenxi's arms to stay away from the chopsticks.

Ultimately, Saitama didn't even know Bang. He'd never been one for gathering intelligence, clearly more interested in finding discounted food at supermarkets than gathering intel that wouldn't help him in the slightest. Even though Saitama was now a registered hero and had a legitimate income, and his salary was gradually increasing with the increase in monster hunting and his ranking, the habit of buying discounted bento boxes he'd developed over the years wasn't easy to break. Whenever he looked bored and looked through the information of other registered heroes, he'd always recognize the old man before him.

Bang had obviously not expected to fail in this place. He had assumed that any registered hero would know him. Even ordinary people would have heard of this martial arts master through various channels.

Saitama's lack of information was obviously beyond Bang's common sense.

While the situation was somewhat unexpected, it was far from beyond his control. Bang coughed and began his formal self-introduction.

"Ahem, my name is Bang. I'm a martial artist and currently run the Liushui Rock Crushing Fist dojo."

"At the same time, my identity is the same as yours, both of us are registered heroes who protect humanity. My ranking is S-class No. 3, and my hero name is 'Silver Fang'."

"I can teach you martial arts, so that you can use your strength correctly and become stronger."

Bangu knew that as long as he spoke his name, others would bow down to him. After all, he was a renowned martial arts master and one of the most senior heroes in the Hero Association. For someone like him to come and accept a disciple was like a bright future delivered right to his doorstep. Shouldn't he be filled with gratitude?

But Saitama's expression was still blank, and he even said "Ah?" It seemed that he didn't even understand what he was saying, let alone being moved.

How could this happen? What went wrong... Bang couldn't help but feel confused about how he was being ignored.

Is this bald guy kidding me?

"Pfft..." Seeing Bang being repeatedly defeated by Saitama, Lin Maki couldn't hold back her laughter, and this also attracted Bang's questioning gaze.

Although Lin Zhenxi and he are not of the same kind, Bangu has his own identity and pride. No one can laugh at him in front of him, not even the world's richest man. Otherwise, he will use his hands, which are as soft as flowing water and as hard as rock, to protect his dignity.

It's better not to embarrass the old man. Communicating with someone like Saitama is difficult, especially without understanding the power he possesses. Now, Hayashi Maki is certain that Bang simply believes Saitama's physique is well-suited for martial arts training and wants to pass on his martial arts skills to him. He may know that Saitama is very strong, but he doesn't have a clear idea of ​​just how strong he is.

"Mr. Bangu, let me ask you first, what was your ultimate reason for letting me learn martial arts from you?"

"Why? Practicing martial arts can help him better control his strength and emotions, better exert and release force, and adjust his mindset through meditation. He can also comprehend the profound martial arts..."

"Stop, stop, stop, Mr. Bang, I didn't ask you what the benefits of learning martial arts are. What I'm asking is, isn't the ultimate purpose of asking me to learn martial arts from you to defeat monsters?" Lin Zhenxi slapped Bang's face with a decisive blow, making a loud slap. "But I think that even if I don't learn those things from you, I can still deal with the monsters clearly. In that case, why waste everyone's time?"