Return

The car had not gone far when plane after plane came swooping down from the sky. The moment they landed, a tall, thin Black man rushed out and headed straight for Tony. His expression and posture were so intense that anyone might have wondered if there was something going on between him and Tony.

A large crowd gathered around Tony, fussing over him with great enthusiasm. As for Saitama and the others—no, there were three of them, including Yinsen—they seemed to be more or less ignored.

Although Saitama and the others had saved Tony, in everyone else's eyes they had probably just gotten lucky. They weren't worth paying attention to.

Fortunately, when they boarded the planes, the others hadn't forgotten about them. Saitama and the other two were lucky enough to get seats and fly with Tony to a US Military base.

When Saitama and the others returned to the US Military base, they weren't ignored like before.

In fact, many people—many mercenaries—looked at them with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

A hundred million dollars! A hundred million dollars had ended up in the hands of a bald man who looked like an idiot and a woman with no fighting ability. In the mercenaries' eyes, Saitama and the others hadn't just gotten lucky; they had stolen a hundred million dollars that rightfully belonged to them.

Quite a few people looked at Saitama with hostility. A few mercenaries even made throat-slitting gestures at him.

These mercenaries were hardly good people. Some of them might even try to attack Saitama and Skye, and take the hundred million dollars they believed belonged to them.

Yinsen watched the mercenaries from the sidelines and thought they were practically asking to die. The image of Saitama's punch was burned into his mind, impossible to shake. The mercenaries might be elite—each one perhaps as capable as a special forces soldier—but they were nowhere near Saitama's level.

"Hey, kid." A huge, burly mercenary strode up to Saitama.

"Huh?" Saitama looked up at the mercenary's vicious face.

"Looks like you got damn lucky, kid. What are you going to do now? Keep the hundred million dollars all to yourself? Let me tell you—" The man wore a cruel sneer as he spoke, and reached out with his huge right hand to grab Saitama's bald head.

Smack!

No one saw what happened. The man was already spinning through the air, flying dozens of meters before crashing into the ground. His head had gone straight into the dirt, leaving only half his body sticking out. His legs twitched wildly.

"Couldn't you just talk things over? You had to get physical. Honestly, that's going too far," Saitama complained.

Aside from Saitama's voice, the place was almost silent. Everyone stared at him, stunned. Then they looked back at the legs still kicking in the air and swallowed hard. Hearing Saitama accuse someone else of going too far only made them want to roll their eyes.

The mercenaries who had been eyeing Saitama and Skye had already begun to reconsider. Someone as abnormal as Saitama was terrifying. A hundred million dollars was certainly a lot, and money mattered a great deal. Plenty of people would even risk their lives for it. But against Saitama, they'd lose their lives without ever getting their hands on the money.

They didn't stay long. Tony Stark soon came over.

"Yinsen. And Mr. Saitama and Ms. Skye. I'm about to head back to New York. Would you like to come with me?" Tony asked the three of them.

"Sure, let's go together," Skye said, quickly nodding. Saitama naturally went along with her. If he wanted to, he could run back and probably get there faster than a plane, but the problem was he didn't know the way—and Skye was going too.

Yinsen frowned slightly, then shook his head. "I think I'll stay here, Tony. My home is here, after all."

"But your home was destroyed, wasn't it? Come with me to New York. Given our friendship and your abilities, you could easily join Stark Industries," Tony urged him.

"Forget it, Tony. I appreciate the offer, but I was born and raised here. This is my home. I'd rather stay," Yinsen said, shaking his head again.

"Well, all right. But if you have time, come visit me in New York. And if I have time, I'll come see you."

"Deal."

Tony and Yinsen made their promise, then turned and boarded the plane.

Saitama and Skye followed Tony onto the plane, and they flew toward the United States.

On the plane, Tony couldn't help glancing at Saitama several times. He seemed eager to ask something. Saitama's immense strength had left him astonished. "Saitama."

"Yeah?"

"Um, could I take a look at your muscles?"

"My muscles?" Saitama blinked.

"Right. Hmm, they don't look much different from an ordinary person's. You're a little more muscular, sure, but I can't see how they could produce such incredible strength. How do you do it?" Tony sat beside Saitama, studying his arm and even poking it with a finger.

"Don't do that. You're making me uncomfortable," Saitama said, frowning as he shifted away.

"Hmm, I'm just curious. How can someone have such incredible strength? Did your genes mutate? I feel like even the legendary Captain America couldn't match you."

"Captain America?" Saitama looked completely confused.

"Hmm, you don't know Captain America?"

Saitama shook his head.

"All right, it doesn't matter if you don't know him. He's just an old relic buried in history by now. But have you used some kind of genetic enhancement drug, like Captain America? Oh, right, you don't know who he is. So where did all that strength of yours come from? Would you mind telling me?" Tony stared at Saitama, eyes shining. He was fascinated by people with such extraordinary strength.

After all, Tony hadn't yet built his Iron Suit or experienced its power for himself, so Saitama's incredible strength fascinated him.

"My strength? I got it through grueling training," Saitama said with a solemn, even serious expression.

Beside him, Skye's eyes glinted with amusement as she heard him speak. She had a feeling she knew what Saitama was about to say.