Emergency Response Team

Atomic Samurai, who had been exuding such overwhelming badassery, was directly reduced to a dried husk by Saitama and Sun Lin's successive critical blows. Looking utterly soul-dead, he did not even bother to greet anyone as he slowly drifted into the venue.

Another voice rang out from the scene.

"Bringing along a B-Class Hero is already rude enough, and there's even some bastard who only knows how to play around with money deals. What kind of brain wiring is that...?"

The voice was crisp and sweet, though the words were venomously sharp. Strangely, they were not all that off-putting.

Turning around, they saw a petite, adorable "thirteen- or fourteen-year-old" girl standing beside them—the kind that would get you three years.

Her green, slit long dress clung to her body. It looked somewhat like a qipao, yet it suited her figure and face perfectly. She was exquisite, like a porcelain doll.

Because she was so small, she had been hidden behind everyone's lines of sight. They only noticed her when she spoke.

"Sun Lin."

"Huh?"

"Her chest is even flatter than yours."

"Eh~, it really is."

Tatsumaki, who had been muttering nonstop, suddenly had every word stuffed back down her throat, as if something had caught in it.

"And I heard she's actually pretty old already. There's no more growing to be done, including in height."

"Huh? How old is she? No way."

"She's twenty-eight. She'll never get married now."

"How pitiful."

Amid that back-and-forth exchange, the group completely ignored Tatsumaki, who had turned to stone beside them, and began walking into the venue.

It was only after they were nearly out of sight that Tatsumaki snapped out of the devastating blow.

"Bastards!"

With arrows already piercing her heart from every direction, Tatsumaki had completely lost the ability to organize her