Z-City.
"What? You just let a Super A-level wanted criminal worth five million get away?"
Saitama glared darkly at Brother Biao, who was lying off to the side. "And after beating a centipede the size of a city, all you brought back were a few boxes of compressed biscuits?"
Was this guy brain-dead? He obviously knew wanted criminals had to be captured and handed over to the police, yet he had actually killed him?
Five million!
That would have been enough for me to live on for years.
"Bullshit!"
Brother Biao, lounging on the sofa with a cigarette, glanced at Saitama. Looking thoroughly pleased with himself, he pulled out a wallet from his pocket and waved it around. "See this? I got a wallet too."
"..." Saitama's mouth twitched. He truly had nothing to say to this guy.
Come on, we really were poor.
"Quit whining. Are you eating these compressed biscuits or not?" Wu Biao shot Saitama a disdainful glance. He had already killed the guy, so what was there to fuss over? They were lucky to have food at all.
After all, Brother Biao had gotten these boxes of biscuits by playing nurse, fighting monsters, and then secretly taking them back while those idiots weren't paying attention.
"...I'll eat." Saitama instantly wilted. With a bitter face, he pulled a compressed biscuit from the box and gnawed on the dry thing while drinking tea. Yet his gaze could not help drifting toward the supermarket sale flyer beside him.
He had spent an entire day checking out supermarket sales because he had been looking forward to that five million.
Next time, he absolutely had to go with this bastard, so that this reckless idiot would not kill another wanted criminal without considering the consequences...
Wu Biao had no idea about