Tony's Retreat

Tony and Yinsen were a bit stunned, looking at Saitama, who was acting so brazenly without any hint of tension. They couldn't help but feel frustrated. What kind of place was this? This was the terrorists' lair! Even though they didn't know how Saitama had infiltrated, there were cameras monitoring this cave. Saitama should have been discovered the moment he entered.

In this situation, Saitama wasn't thinking about how to get them out, but was instead fiddling with a communicator?

"Is this bald guy sick?" Tony and Yinsen exchanged a look, seeing the same question in each other's eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, bald guy, what are you doing? Aren't you here to save me? It's so dangerous right now, what are you doing?" Tony couldn't help but shout at Saitama.

"Huh? What did you call me?" Saitama suddenly turned and stared at Tony.

"Uh, that, I, I just, I just wanted to say, we're not out of danger yet, so we should be cautious. How many of your companions are here? Where are they? Can they guarantee our safety?" Seeing Saitama's expression, Tony felt something was off and very wisely changed the subject.

"Companions? You mean Skye? She should be driving this way right now," Saitama thought. After all, Saitama could run back directly, but besides him, there was also Tony Stark, a mortal. It would be safer for him to travel by car.

"Huh? You mean, your companions haven't arrived here yet?" Tony frowned, a strong sense of foreboding filling him.

"Yeah!" Saitama nodded.

"Damn it! You bastard, you bald idiot. If you're alone, why did you rush in? You've already been discovered, you know? Bastard, they'll rush in next and turn you into a sieve with their guns. Damn it. I thought whoever was coming to save me would be an elite, but I didn't expect it to be an idiot like you." Tony was going crazy. He thought he was about to be rescued, but now it seemed like he had brought his own doom. Tony believed that when the terrorists rushed in, they would shoot the bald youth, himself, and Yinsen into a sieve.

"Huh?" Saitama's veins bulged on his forehead upon hearing Tony call him a bald guy again.

At this moment, the terrorists did exactly as Tony had predicted and charged in. Upon spotting Saitama on the surveillance feed, their expressions changed immediately. They then rallied a large group and stormed in with guns and cannons.

They had even decided to kill Tony, the troublemaker, as well. After all, while they wanted Tony to build the Jericho Missile, if Tony became a source of trouble, they could simply forgo the missile or buy it from Stark Industries later.

While Tony and Saitama were talking, a group of people, dozens of guns, swarmed in.

Bang!

A bullet shot directly towards Saitama's bald head. Who wouldn't target the brightest target?

Saitama was in a bad mood. He was here to save someone, yet he was being insulted by Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars. However, since Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars was valuable, he couldn't just hit him. As if on cue, the terrorists charged in. Saitama retaliated with a punch.

Boom!

Comparable to an ICBM explosion.

With a single blast, all the terrorists, along with a large section of the cave, vanished. The range of this punch even hit the terrorists in the valley outside.

The cave was almost completely destroyed, leaving only the section above Saitama and Tony. Sunlight slanted down, illuminating Saitama, Tony, and Yinsen.

"You called me a bald guy?" Saitama turned and glared at Tony.

"Gulp!" Tony swallowed hard, almost choking on his own saliva.

"Cough, cough, cough—No, it wasn't, it wasn't me. I, I was calling myself a bald guy. Uh, maybe I'll go bald in a few years, yes, that's it." Tony explained submissively. He tried to calm himself down, but his gaze towards Saitama was as if he were looking at a monster.

"Rustle, rustle—Saitama, Saitama, do you hear me? What's going on? Is the signal bad? Saitama, are you okay, Saitama? How are things on your end, Saitama?"

The cave had been destroyed, and the communicator's signal suddenly became clear. Skye's voice finally came through completely.

"Ah? That's great. I couldn't hear what you were saying at all just now. I thought this thing was broken," Saitama said into the communicator, ignoring the submissive Tony Stark.

"Saitama, did you find Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars?" Because Saitama always referred to Tony Stark as Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars, Skye gradually found the nickname fitting and accepted it.

"Found him. Although he looks a bit dirty, smells a bit, like he hasn't bathed in a year, he is indeed Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars," Saitama said, glancing at Tony.

Tony's face darkened as he listened to Saitama and Skye's conversation. Although he knew Saitama was right – in their current environment, even getting drinking water was a problem, let alone bathing. They had been eating, drinking, and relieving themselves in this cave, so it was no wonder they smelled.

"You really found him? That's great. Saitama, you must ensure Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars' safety. If possible, it would be best to take him to a safe place."

"Hmm." Saitama looked at the canyon-like chasm he had created with one punch. No terrorists, not even guns or ammunition, were left. "It's safe now. You can come pick him up."

"Okay, I'm coming right over. As expected, Saitama, you're the best. Wait for me, I'll be there soon." Skye was overjoyed. She started the car and sped towards Saitama's location.

After ending the call, Saitama looked back at Tony, confirming again that despite his disheveled state, he was indeed Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars.

Seeing Saitama's gaze on him again, Tony submissively forced a smile, trying his best to pull at the corners of his mouth.

"Uh, I don't know your name yet?" Tony forcibly suppressed his panic and asked Saitama in the gentlest voice he had ever used.

Hearing this voice, Saitama shivered and looked at Tony with a strange expression: "Mr. One Hundred Million Dollars, why does your voice sound so weird?"

"..." Tony wanted to curse. If Saitama wasn't so terrifyingly powerful, making him so flustered, would he have tried his utmost to speak in such a gentle tone? Not only did Saitama not appreciate it, but he also called him weird.

Although Tony was very unhappy, the power of Saitama's punch still made him hesitant to be too presumptuous. "Ahem, uh, because the conditions here are too poor, my throat has a slight problem."

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah, that's right."

Although Yinsen was also intimidated by the demon-like bald man Saitama, seeing the arrogant Tony in such a state made him find it amusing. If he hadn't been genuinely scared, he would have almost burst out laughing.