Bullseye

Action initiated. Matt began to conceal his figure as much as possible, stealthily moving forward. Every time he stopped to check on Saitama's situation, he would find Saitama standing right beside him, unfazed, not even breathing heavily, and capable of moving without making a sound.

After several such instances, Matt completely relaxed, no longer worried about Saitama. Saitama's condition was such that he didn't need Matt's concern at all.

"Invisible Man, they're in that abandoned warehouse below. There are about thirty to forty people in total, and most of them are armed, so we need to be careful from here on out," Matt whispered, listening to the sounds from inside before turning to Saitama.

"So, we just need to take care of the people inside?"

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

Matt's words suddenly stopped. He realized Saitama had vanished from his side. Matt was stunned for a moment, then alarmed. He worried Saitama would alert the two parties engaged in the transaction below, making their upcoming operation even more troublesome.

"I told him to be careful, and he's being so reckless. Looks like I'll have to cover for him," Matt muttered, a little annoyed. He prepared to create a diversion to draw the attention of the people below, so Saitama wouldn't be discovered so easily.

Just as Matt picked up a pebble, ready to throw it.

"Hey, Matt, what are you doing?" Saitama's figure reappeared, as if out of nowhere. He looked at Matt, who was about to throw the stone, and asked curiously.

"I—where did you go?"

"To take care of all the people down there." Saitama said it in a simple tone, as if he were talking about eating eggs and milk for breakfast.

"Take care of all the people down there? There are so many of them—wait, they, they've all, all been dealt with?" Matt's face was filled with disbelief. He listened intently; the abandoned warehouse below was completely silent. The drug dealers from before were all motionless.

"You, you really took care of them?" Matt couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah!" Saitama nodded.

"But how did you do it?"

"I just ran over there, and punched each one of them. That's it." Saitama said, gesturing with his fists. It wasn't a powerful, forceful swing, but more like a three-year-old child flailing his arms.

"..."

Matt was speechless. He realized Saitama's strength was far beyond his imagination.

For the next few days, Matt found himself reduced to a mere guide. He didn't need to do anything else; he just needed to lead Saitama to Kingpin's territory. Then, in almost the blink of an eye, Saitama would resolve all issues cleanly and efficiently, as easily as breathing.

This continued for several days, and Matt even felt as if he were dreaming or sleepwalking.

"Matt, you said Kingpin is very powerful. But I can't feel it at all. It's so boring. They're all dealt with in one punch, no different from those small-time thugs robbing people on the street," Saitama complained listlessly.

"That's only because it's like that for you," Matt replied expressionlessly.

"Hey, hey, hey, Matt, will Kingpin have any strong subordinates? Will they send powerful people to deal with us?" Saitama's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Matt, filled with anticipation.

"Maybe, maybe not!" Matt shook his head, uncertain. At least, he didn't know if Kingpin had any formidable subordinates. Or rather, if Kingpin had any subordinates that Saitama would deem worthy of his attention. After all, Saitama's speed was incredibly fast, like lightning. No, faster than lightning. Lightning, you could still see the light, but Saitama didn't even leave a shadow.

"So boring! A world without monsters is so boring." Saitama sighed deeply, then his tone suddenly changed. "I'll play games instead." Saying that, Saitama had already started playing games. At least in games, Saitama wasn't invincible and was often beaten.

"..." Matt

"What are our recent losses?" Kingpin, a man with a particularly burly physique, sitting like a small mountain of muscle, asked his subordinate in a deep voice.

"Boss Kingpin, our losses have been extremely severe recently. Both in terms of drugs and weapons, almost all our deals have been blocked."

"Have you found out who's responsible?"

"It could be our old rival Daredevil, or it could be Invisible Man, who appeared not too long ago. They're both very powerful. Our men are no match for them; they can barely fight back."

"Useless!" Kingpin slammed his cane forcefully onto the ground, driving it ten centimeters into the earth.

Seeing Kingpin like this, his subordinates quickly lowered their heads, their faces pale, sweating profusely, filled with fear.

"Go, find Bullseye. Tell him there's work to be done here. Also, hasn't Madame Gao of The Hand been wanting to enter New York and cooperate with us? Since the previous drug dealers have been eliminated, the drug trade will be handed over to Madame Gao," Kingpin ordered with a cold snort.

"Yes, yes."

A bald man with a target tattoo on his head. Compared to Saitama's innocent demeanor, this guy was clearly much fiercer and more sinister. He had a toothpick in his mouth, and the whole person looked somewhat nonchalant. With his appearance, no one would ever mistake him for a good person.

This was Bullseye, whom Kingpin had specifically sought out. He was a guy with considerable strength. Especially since he seemed to have a special talent; anything he casually threw had more power than a bullet. Even the wooden toothpick in his mouth, if he willed it, could pierce a steel plate at any time.

"Daredevil? Invisible Man? Hehehehe, two clowns who suddenly appeared. Don't worry, leave it all to me. Soon, very soon, I'll bring back the corpses of these two," Bullseye said with an arrogant laugh.

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

Uh, thinking about it, this world seems to have a lot of bald bosses. From the weak to the strong, from the righteous to the villains, baldness is everywhere.