Daredevil

Once they started moving, Matt tried to keep himself hidden as he crept forward. Whenever he stopped to check on Saitama, he found him standing right beside him, without even breaking a sweat or making the slightest sound.

After this happened several times, Matt stopped worrying about Saitama. There was no need to worry about him at all.

"Translucent, they're in that abandoned warehouse down there. There are about thirty or forty of them altogether, and most of them are armed. We need to be careful." Matt listened to the activity inside, then turned to Saitama.

"So we just have to take out everyone in there?"

"That's right!" Matt nodded. "I'll take the east side, and you—"

Matt suddenly stopped speaking. Saitama had vanished from beside him. Matt froze, then panicked, worried that Saitama might alert the two sides making the deal below and make their operation even more difficult.

"I told him to be careful, and he still rushed in like that. Looks like I'll have to cover for him." Somewhat annoyed, Matt muttered to himself. He planned to make a little noise to draw everyone's attention so Saitama wouldn't be spotted so easily.

Matt picked up a small stone, ready to throw it.

"Hey, Matt, what are you doing?" Saitama had reappeared at some point. He looked curiously at Matt, who was poised to throw the stone.

"I—what did you go and do?"

"I went to take out everyone down there." Saitama said it in the same casual tone someone might use to say they'd had eggs and milk for breakfast.

"Take out everyone down there? There are so many of them—wait, they—they're all already taken care of?" Matt stared in disbelief. He listened, but the abandoned warehouse below had gone completely quiet. The drug dealers who'd been there were all silent now.

"You really took care of them?" Matt couldn't help asking.

"Yeah!" Saitama nodded.

"But how?"

"I ran over and punched each of them once. That's all." As he spoke, Saitama demonstrated with his fist. He didn't throw any powerful, forceful punches; he just flailed his arm around like a three-year-old.

"..."

Matt didn't know what to say. Saitama was even stronger than he'd imagined.

Over the next few days, Matt realized he'd become little more than a guide. He didn't need to do anything else. All he had to do was take Saitama to Kingpin's territory, and in practically the blink of an eye, Saitama would resolve every problem, quickly and cleanly, as easily as breathing.

After several days of this, Matt began to wonder if he was dreaming—or sleepwalking.

"Matt, you said Kingpin was strong. But I can't feel that at all. This is so boring. They all go down with one punch. They're no different from the little punks who mug people on the street." Saitama complained with a bored look.

"That's only because you're the one fighting them." Matt spoke without expression.

"Hey, hey, Matt, does Kingpin have anyone strong working for him? Could they send someone powerful after us?" Saitama suddenly stared at Matt, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"Maybe they will, maybe they won't." Matt shook his head, uncertain. He didn't know whether Kingpin had any powerful people working for him—or, rather, whether he had anyone strong enough to catch Saitama's interest. After all, Saitama was just too fast, fast as lightning—no, faster than lightning. You could at least see the light from a bolt of lightning, but Saitama didn't even leave a shadow behind.

"What a boring world. There aren't even any monsters." Saitama let out a long sigh, then suddenly changed his tone. "Let's play a game instead." He was already starting up a game. At least he wasn't invincible in games; in fact, he often got trounced.

"..." Matt

"How bad have our losses been lately?" Kingpin asked his men in a low voice. He was exceptionally burly, and sitting in his chair, he looked like a small mountain of muscle.

"Boss Kingpin, our losses have been severe lately. Almost all our deals have been stopped, both the drugs and the weapons."

"Have you figured out who's behind it?"

"It might be our old enemy, Daredevil. Or it could be Translucent, who only showed up recently. They're both very powerful. Our men are practically helpless against them."

"Useless!" Kingpin slammed his cane hard against the floor. It sank a full ten centimeters into the ground.

At the sight of Kingpin's fury, his men hurriedly lowered their heads, their faces pale and slick with sweat, their hearts filled with fear.

"Go bring Bullseye back. Tell him there's work to be done. And Madame Gao of the Hand has been wanting to enter New York and work with us for a long time, hasn't she? Since those drug dealers have already been taken care of, let Gao handle the drug business." Kingpin gave a cold snort as he issued his orders.

"Yes, yes."

A bald man had a target tattooed on his head. Compared with Saitama's adorable, vacant look, this guy seemed vicious and downright nasty. He had a toothpick in his mouth and looked rather cocky. No one would ever mistake him for a good person.

This was Bullseye, whom Kingpin had specifically called in. He was a highly capable man, seemingly gifted by nature. Anything he casually tossed had more stopping power than a bullet. Even the wooden toothpick in his mouth could pierce a steel plate if he wanted it to.

"Daredevil? Translucent? Heh. Two little clowns who suddenly popped up. Don't worry, leave them to me. It won't be long before I bring back their corpses." Bullseye laughed arrogantly.

"I hope you don't disappoint me!" Kingpin was bald, too.

Well, now that he thought about it, there seemed to be a lot of bald big shots in this world. From the weak to the powerful, from the good guys to the villains, bald heads were everywhere.