Someone Is Here

"Where did they go? Where are they?" Skye couldn't help but look around.

"Oh, I sent them packing." Saitama said in his usual tone.

Of course, in reality, these thugs were nothing to Saitama. If those guys hadn't been so foolish as to keep talking about Saitama's head, he wouldn't have even remembered them. It felt a bit like casually stepping on an ant while walking down the street.

"Sent them packing?" Skye was speechless. If they were just "sent packing," they must have been incredibly fast. And she hadn't even seen Saitama make a move! So many thugs, and they vanished in the blink of an eye. It was like a supernatural event.

"You... never mind, let's just go. I have a bad feeling about this place." Skye cautiously looked left and right, then pulled Saitama's arm and walked towards the exit.

"Bad feeling? I don't feel anything at all," Saitama muttered, following behind Skye.

Because of their first failed attempt, Skye had specifically researched people with good reviews when they went to get their documents the second time. Therefore, the person Skye and Saitama found the second time didn't present the same issues as before.

"Come, stand here," the old man said, holding a camera and pointing to a spot for Saitama.

Saitama stood there, and with a click, the photo was taken.

"Alright, now give me the deposit, and come back in a week to pick up your Green Card." The old man was efficient, no unnecessary fuss. He directly discussed money, had Saitama fill out the forms, and then took the photo. The whole process took only about ten minutes. Such efficiency made anyone feel comfortable.

"Here's the deposit. But I'm warning you, don't try to cheat us, or you'll be the one regretting it." Skye threatened.

"Oh? With you two? Hahaha." The old man couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't heard such a threat in a long time. The old man wasn't a simple character in his youth, and even now, with the increasingly intertwined connections between the underworld and the authorities, his influence was even greater than when he was younger. So, Skye's threat was truly a joke to him.

"Of course, we're very powerful." Skye retorted, unwilling to back down.

"Hahaha, alright, you're very powerful. Since you've amused me, I won't dwell on it. Just come back here in a week to get your Green Card," the old man said with a chuckle, waving his hand, a stark contrast to his previous indifferent attitude.

Seeing the old man like this, Skye couldn't say anything more. She could only shut her mouth and leave with Saitama.

"By the way, why do we even need to get a Green Card? It costs so much money," Saitama couldn't help but say again after they left.

Actually, Saitama didn't care at all about getting a Green Card. What difference would having a Green Card make? What difference would not having one make? To him, it seemed like there was no difference. It wasn't like they'd need a Green Card to buy discounted goods at the supermarket. Compared to a Green Card, Saitama felt money was more important.

"Shut up, do you want to get deported by the immigration bureau? While getting a Green Card costs a lot, we still have enough money to last for a while. And we can find ways to make money during this time." Skye rolled her eyes, thinking Saitama was incredibly short-sighted.

"I know, I know, but I just feel like the Green Card isn't that important to me," Saitama shook his head.

"Shut up, just listen to me."

"Got it, I was just saying. After all, you're the one paying for it." The reason Saitama said this was because he had lost the business card earlier, and Skye had picked it up, cleaned it, and sold it. All the steps were handled by Skye. It could be said that all this money belonged to Skye. Even if Skye used all the money from selling the business card for herself, Saitama felt he couldn't say anything.

Seeing Saitama like this, Skye couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Upon returning, Skye canceled their old apartment lease and rented a two-bedroom apartment, just enough for her and Saitama to have their own rooms. Then, Skye bought a car, an RV she had always wanted. Although Skye still had a considerable amount of money, she didn't buy a new one. Instead, she bought the used RV she had been eyeing.

Afterward, Skye bought a pile of brand-new computer parts and nimbly assembled them. Then, Skye unceremoniously discarded her old computer like trash.

"Um..." Saitama sat cross-legged nearby and spoke to Skye, who was excitedly using her newly assembled computer.

"What is it? Speak clearly and concisely, that's more like a man. What? Do you want to buy something else?"

"Uh, I wanted to ask, this, you don't want it anymore? Can you give it to me?" Saitama pointed to the old computer Skye had thrown aside.

"Of course, you can have it. But if you want it, we can buy a new one. We still have the money for that."

"No need, I just want to play some games. Um, if possible, I'd like to buy a game console," Saitama's eyes lit up as he looked at Skye expectantly.

Seeing Saitama like this, Skye pouted, "You're already this old, and you still want to play games? But it's fine, games don't cost much anyway."

This was the second time Skye had seen Saitama like this. The first time was when Saitama wanted to eat meat, and the second time was now. So, Skye immediately recognized that Saitama genuinely liked playing games. This was probably one of Saitama's hobbies. After all, everyone has one or two interests, so it was perfectly normal for Saitama to have a hobby.

As for games, it was also very normal for adults to play them.

"Great! Uh, wait, someone's outside." Before Skye could react, Saitama suddenly disappeared. Skye was left dumbfounded, wondering if she was dreaming. She even reached out to touch the spot where Saitama had been standing. There was nothing but air. Skye's eyes widened. Then, a sound wave began to rise from her dantian, pushing up to her chest, impacting her throat, and finally erupting into a scream.

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