Pointing at Saitama and Calling Him Bald

Although Skye was furious, she did not continue asking Saitama about cultivation.

In Skye's view, the reason Saitama refused to tell her the truth was definitely because of some reason or some rule. After all, she knew that in many places, certain unique techniques and other things had extremely strict requirements regarding their transmission.

Passed down to men but not women, passed on within the sect but not to outsiders, and all kinds of other messy requirements.

Although she could understand it, Skye was still angry—angry that Saitama would not tell her the truth. So Skye decided not to speak to Saitama for three days. Er, one day. An entire day.

She glanced at the unfortunate man who was still stretching his legs, then walked over to check his condition. Hmm, his injuries were pretty serious, but they were not life-threatening. Skye breathed a small sigh of relief. After all, injuring someone and killing someone were two very different things. Even considering everything she had experienced since childhood, she still could not easily accept killing someone.

In reality, Saitama had been holding back as well.

When Saitama had first wanted to become a hero, he had started by dealing with monsters. Whenever he faced a monster, Saitama would kill it with one punch, but that did not mean he had never attacked humans during that period.

With monsters running rampant and the world rotting away, human nature naturally changed very easily, so there had been countless bad people in that era. Sometimes, when Saitama encountered wanted criminals, he would definitely take action, although part of the reason was that they were worth a lot of money. When he encountered people committing crimes and causing harm, he would also deal with them along the way. Generally speaking, however, although Saitama would injure bad guys, he would not go so far as to kill them with one punch.

It would be more accurate to say that Saitama rarely went all out against humans.

So, after coming to this world, Saitama had acted several times, and every time, he had been facing humans who had done evil. Thus, each time, he had merely injured them—sometimes lightly, sometimes severely—but he had never killed anyone.

"This bastard actually wanted to profit from someone else's crime. Er, no, that's not right. Anyway, he's definitely not a good person. He could have made money just by getting a card, but he insisted on trying to make a quick buck through shady means. He deserves it. Saitama, let's go—" Skye called out to Saitama instinctively, but only after doing so did she remember that she had just decided not to speak to him for a day. Fortunately, she had only made that decision in her mind and had not said it aloud. Otherwise, it would have been awkward.

"What is it, Skye? Let's go!" Saitama shouted at Skye when he saw her standing there with an expression that kept changing.

"I know, I know! You don't have to shout." Skye replied to Saitama naturally, then her expression darkened again. In the end, she simply gave up and canceled her decision not to speak to Saitama for a day. It was not as if anyone knew about it anyway.

"Let's go. We're heading to the next place." Skye called out to Saitama.

"Oh, oh, oh. By the way, should we call the police?" Saitama could not help asking.

"Huh? Call the police?" Skye stared at Saitama in astonishment.

"Generally speaking, people like this should have a bounty on them, right? We could exchange it for money."

"Er, forget it. There isn't any money. Unless someone has been specifically wanted, people like this won't have any bounty on them at all. Besides, if you call the police, you might end up being the one who gets arrested. After all, you're an undocumented person without any identity. All right, all right, let's go." Skye found what Saitama had said hilarious. He actually wanted a bounty? Dream on.

"They don't even have a bounty? So that means he's just a worthless nobody." Saitama was somewhat disappointed.

"..."

Saitama and Skye left the man's home, but they had not gone far when they were surrounded by a group of people. Some of the faces in the group were fairly familiar—the same people they had encountered in the alley when they had come here before.

Clearly, those people had taken Saitama and Skye for easy targets. They had deliberately waited for them here, intending to fleece them.

"Damn it! Although I knew the security here wasn't very good, this is still far too terrible. If we'd known, we should have bought two guns." Skye could not help frowning at the group. She took a step back and hid completely behind Saitama. "Saitama, go ahead. It's your turn."

Saitama had displayed considerable strength before. In particular, after seeing him effortlessly defeat several people by himself, Skye had become quite confident in him.

"Come to think of it, although this world doesn't have monsters, it certainly doesn't lack punks like these." Saitama scratched his bald head.

"What are you saying, baldy?" Several punks frowned when they saw how Skye and Saitama were behaving, because the two of them did not look afraid at all. This made them feel rather unhappy.

Under normal circumstances, after they surrounded someone, that person should have been frightened, even terrified. But whether it was Skye or Saitama, both of them were far too calm. Skye was slightly better—she had at least hidden behind someone—but Saitama, that bald man with his vacant stare, was he looking down on them? Was he insulting them?

Thus, one of the punks blurted out the word "baldy."

Saitama's expression stiffened when he heard the word. Gritting his teeth, he could not help correcting him. "I'm not bald! I just don't have any hair."

"No hair? Isn't that what being bald means? Hahaha!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that bald head is really shiny. You must have been bald for a long time, right?"

"He doesn't look that old, but he's already lost his hair to this extent. What a miserable sight."

"Hahaha! That bald head looks like it would feel great to touch. I've seen a few bald people now and then, but somehow, I bet your bald head would feel the best. Come here and let your grandpa have a good feel."

Seeing how much Saitama cared about being called bald, the group of punks burst into laughter, laughing especially happily. They loved mocking people over the things they cared about most. Watching their opponents become so furious that smoke seemed to pour from their ears—that was what gave them a sense of accomplishment when doing bad things.

These suicidal fools had no idea who they were facing. In particular, as the punks spoke, they actually reached out, moving to touch Saitama's bald head.

"You bunch of bastards!" Saitama forced the words out through clenched teeth. In the next moment, several loud sounds rang out, and the suicidal punks in front of Saitama had completely vanished.

"Er... where did they go?" Skye stared in astonishment. She had merely blinked once; it was not as though she had closed her eyes and taken a nap. Yet all the punks had disappeared. Could this be a supernatural incident? The thought made Skye feel that this place was extremely strange, as though it always carried a chill. She could not help shivering.