Identity Exposed

Crack.

A few hours later, with a sharp snap, one of Oboro's game controllers was crushed by Saitama, whose face had turned livid.

"Genos, let's go."

Saitama slowly rose to his feet and spoke in a stiff voice.

The look in his eyes was as if he wanted to eat someone alive.

That was right. After their usual conversation, Saitama and Oboro had engaged in another gaming showdown.

The result was obvious. Right in front of his newly acquired disciple, the bald man was brutally slaughtered by Oboro once again.

Even Genos was especially shocked by Oboro's gaming skills and felt admiration for him.

In his view, his teacher's gameplay was flawless. His fingers moved incredibly fast, and he had an excellent grasp of when to use each move. Yet for some reason, he simply could not win. It felt as though Oboro had anticipated every offensive and defensive plan his teacher had.

He had him completely figured out.

"Yes, Teacher."

Genos hurried to his feet and followed Saitama out.

Before leaving, he bowed to Oboro again, his manners impeccable.

"Pay for my controller... You bastard, where do you think you're running?!"

Oboro shouted after him.

It was like playing mahjong or poker. It wasn't that Saitama was a bad loser... he was an absolutely terrible loser.

"Sorry."

In the end, Genos cleaned up after Saitama. Before leaving, he left Oboro a stack of bills as compensation.

"They probably don't suspect me..." After the door closed, Oboro set down the controller and muttered to himself.

Genos had already learned about Saitama's lifestyle and social circle. He was alone.

So it was only natural for Genos to have his eye on him.

Besides, the time when Saitama had been watched and the timing of Oboro's arrival at the apartment lined up