Before long, several cars came speeding to a stop in front of Saitama and the others. Dozens of fully armed men quickly climbed out. The one leading them had a particularly vicious gaze and a fierce bearing, giving off the impression that killing people was as easy as cutting grass. He seemed utterly indifferent to human life.
Honestly, when Saitama saw him, he couldn't help frowning slightly. He had the feeling the guy seemed to bear him some ill will, too.
"Mr. Saitama, these are the people I called in to handle this. If you're okay with it, we can take care of all of them, and you won't have any trouble," Coulson said. When he saw Crossbones and the others arrive, he breathed a small sigh of relief, though he was still a little on edge. If Saitama took a dislike to them and dealt with their rapid-response special forces team as well, they'd be in serious trouble. "Of course, you can also follow the whole process and keep track of how things develop at any time."
"No, no. I'll leave it all to you. It sounds like a lot of trouble, after all." Saitama waved his hand. He really didn't care much about who these people were, what they wanted, or any of the other messy details. What he cared more about was that if he had to handle it himself, dealing with so many people would be a huge hassle. Saitama didn't want to take on all that trouble.
Was Saitama stupid? He really wasn't, though he wasn't all that clever, either. It was just that as his strength grew, he could deal with any trouble by relying on his fists, so there was no longer any need to think things through. Gradually, his brain stopped working