Grit your teeth!
Early morning—!
Sunlight streamed in through the window, and the alarm began to ring. A hand reached out from beneath the covers and casually shut it off.
Another beautiful day!
Provided that—
Hrrr, hrrr, hrrr...
Could that damned noise just disappear already?!
Saitama looked at Brother Biao on the sofa across from him. The man had stripped down to nothing but his briefs and covered himself with a bedsheet, completely treating the place like his own home. Saitama's dead-fish eyes twitched. Being able to sleep through that kind of noise was honestly something Saitama admired about himself...
Though, over the past week, Brother Biao had spent five days sleeping while Saitama watched TV.
That was right. A week had passed before he knew it.
Over that week, Saitama had thought of countless ways to kick this bastard out, but... none of them had worked!
In the end, Saitama gritted his teeth and decided to fight Wu Biao.
Wu Biao wanted to fight him every day. If Saitama granted his wish, he would leave, right?
That was what Saitama had thought at the time.
The result—
They went all out for nearly half a day. In the end, Saitama lost to Wu Biao and was left sore all over for several days. But... this bastard only got more excited, didn't he?
He kept talking about fist-to-fist combat and how it was every man's dream...
Although trading blows fist to fist really did feel great, Saitama felt that what he truly longed for was what he had said to that crab monster when he first decided to become a hero—the feeling of being able to defeat all kinds of monsters with a single punch.
None of that was important. What mattered was... after they fought, this guy not only