When we walked out of the Holy Residence, the sun had set westward and the sky was dyed with a deep red color.

Rishiki Rentaro stretched hard, and his bones made a crisp and refreshing sound.

Although he came to the Holy Residence this time and the Holy Emperor gave his mission, Ritsu was also a little surprised to see Rentaro.

But Rentaro Rimi finally agreed because he was very interested in the Hero Association where the Cursed Sons gather, or the two leaders of the Hero Association.

If the two men of the Heroes Association attacked the Tokyo area, plus the current damned son of the Heroes Association, could even be said to have a devastating blow to Tokyo!?

And I am afraid that I will not have any effect on myself at that time.

Rishimi Rentaro sighed deeply. From this point of view, this task is really getting more and more difficult.

"Hey, Yanzhu, what do you think of the new Hero Association?"

Seeing Rentaro shook his head in confusion, he had to ask Lanhara Yonojou on the side.

"Ah? Heroes Association!?"

Lanhara Yanzhu was stunned when she heard this and looked at Rentaro with a dazed expression.

"Hero Association is very good. This is the first time I have seen someone dare to set up an organization to protect the damned son. Is the sister of that day really a good person? Rentaro, let's apologize then~"

"However, the leader of the Heroes Association was the culprit of the attack on Tokyo some time ago."

Rentaro Sato sighed. He was afraid that the two men would attack Tokyo once they rose.

"But I think they are good people."

Walking in front of him, Lan Yuan Yanzhu had an innocent smile on her face and said things that suited her age.

"Yes...they are good people."

Rentaro scratched his head, thought about it carefully, and finally gave up and nodded in agreement with Arahara Yanju's statement.

A car was stopped from the gate of the Holy Residence and headed towards the Heroes Association of the Peripheral Area.

Along the way, Rentaro saw his head lowering, and he didn't know what he was thinking, sometimes he was solemn and sometimes he smiled.

Lanhara Yanzhu looked at Rentaro Rimi strangely, but she didn't know what Rentaro Rimi was struggling with.

Looking at the scene flying backwards outside the window, as a member of the Cursed Son, Lan Yuan Yanzhu was still very curious and excited about the Hero Association she was about to go to.

Not long after, the car drove to the opposite side of the outer area.

Sitting in the car, Mi Rentaro saw that the car stopped, he pulled Arahara Yanzhu out of the car and stood in front of the building standing in front of him.

That is probably the so-called castle full of Western style.

The dreamy building is simply unimaginable. Not long ago, it was a ruin on the outskirts of Tokyo.

"Wow! Is this the Hero Association?? Rentaro, it's much better than the small apartment you rented!"

"I'm so sorry to have no money, Yanzhu..."

Regarding the spectacular buildings of the Hero Association, Rishi only glanced at Rentaro, and then he angrily replied to Lanhara Yonatojo beside him.

He pulled Lanhara Yanzhu to the Hero Association. For some reason, Rishi felt nervous when he saw Rentaro.

To put it bluntly, this mission is a gambler? Is it lucky to survive and successfully join the Hero Association, but if I don’t have luck, put it in the body bag and carry it back to the Holy Residence!?

After all, the founder is not a good person.

Slowly invited him to the Hero Association, and saw Rentaro walking in front and Lanhara Yonatobu following behind.

"Ding Dong..."

As a doorbell rang in Rentaro's hand, the huge door facing the Tokyo area of ​​Heroes opened.

When the door opened, he was shocked when Rentaro and Arahara Yanzhu were seen...

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"Mr. Saitama, Miss Shiraki, two Gui'ans~"

It was about an hour ago, when the Holy Emperor summoned Rentaro and the others, an uninvited guest came to the Hero Association.

The visitor was a girl with a wavy, black and shiny hair tied into a pair of ponytails behind her head, wearing a bright kimono that looked like a flower-watching flower, and looked like a perfect daughter.

She herself claims to be the daughter of Sima Mozhi, the president of the famous large-scale weapons company Sima Heavy Industry.

I came here to sell products to Zhou Qi and Bai Xue...

Since joining the Heroes Association, Sima Moori has been amazed at everything about the Heroes Association like a little girl who has never seen the world.

After everything got to the point, he immediately introduced Sima Heavy Industries' weapons with another expression.

"I said Miss Sima, the relationship between the Heroes Association and the Tokyo region is so tense. Since you are still coming to sell weapons?"

Looking at the young lady with a headache, Zhou Qi looked at the fancy things from Sima Mozhi, and then touched his bald head. For some reason, the corners of his mouth were cramped.

"Ah, oh, Mr. Saitama just calls me Suori." Sima Suori took out a fan from the kimono, covering his lower half of his face. The echoing sound was easy to detect the pleasure contained in it.

"There is no way. Who asked Mr. Saitama to gather most of Tokyo's combat power in the Heroes Association? The little woman didn't come quickly to seize the opportunity. I'm afraid that the entire Sima Heavy Industry would not be able to afford it."

“…………”

Not to mention Bai Xue for now, as far as Zhou Qi is concerned, he really can't raise any interest in Sima Heavy Industry.

My fist is still in my hand, do you tell me to use a gun?

Isn’t this arbitrary conscience?

Tell me, how can a gun compare to a fist?

"As long as Mr. Saitama agrees, Sima Heavy Industries can even be willing to create a complete set of exquisite weapons for Mr. Shiraki and Miss Shiraki for free. What is Mr. Saitama not satisfied with this?" Sima Mooro had a confident smile on his face.

“…………”

After looking at Bai Xue, Zhou Qi turned his head and looked at Sima Moori, who was a salesman, with the pair of salted fish eyes hanging. He really didn't know what to say...

"So, Mr. Saitama, we Sima Heavy Industry came with sincerity, what are you thinking about..."

At this moment, Sima Moori was looking at Zhou Qi with an interested look. The pretty face with a beautiful mole showed a smile as if he was aiming at his prey...

"No, Miss Suori, I think that a fancy thing like a gun is indeed not as useful as his own fist."

The smile on his face froze and he looked at the listless Zhou Qi. Sima Moori felt that his logic was really enough.

Can you run faster than bullets and have greater lethality than bullets?
Chapter completed!