Hearing that familiar voice, Matt finally let out a sigh of relief and relaxed completely. Once he did, he felt as though all the strength had drained from his body and nearly collapsed onto the ground. Clearly, it was a side effect of losing too much blood.
"Hey, are you all right?"
"N-no, I'm fine. Thank you, Saitama. If you hadn't come, I might have died here today." Matt spoke gratefully.
"There's no need to thank me. Even though you're obviously weak, you keep provoking enemies everywhere, which makes you seem pretty stupid. But I acknowledge that you're a hero." Saitama gave Matt a thumbs-up.
Hearing Saitama say that, the corner of Matt's mouth twitched violently. Although he knew Saitama was right, why did it still feel so unpleasant to hear?
"These people are ninjas, right? But why would ninjas appear here? Or did you run all the way to Japan to provoke some enemies, and then they chased you here?" Saitama looked at the ninjas' outfits on the ground, somewhat curious.
"No. Do you think I could make it all the way to Japan in this condition? Actually, I was investigating information about a drug-manufacturing operation. But just after I got a little information, I was hunted down."
"Oh, oh, oh. Then leave the rest to me." Saitama nodded and spoke as casually as ever.
"Uh, all right. If you handle it, you'll definitely do better than me." Matt gave a bitter laugh. "I happened to learn this time that there was someone named Madame Gao who controlled a drug factory. So I began investigating in depth..." Matt explained the details of his investigation to Saitama.
"Um, about that..." Saitama frowned slightly.
"Madame Gao's methods are extremely impressive..." Matt continued.
"Well..."
"I suspect Madame Gao is using a special