One Punch of Justice

"I am the Warring States."

On the other side of the phone, Sengoku said to Saitama with a heavy tone: "Saitama Alternate General, it should be the first time we have talked with each other. Now I have an important task for you to complete..."

...

Saitama took the phone bug and thought for a long time.

Then, towards Da Siqi who had just paid out of the restaurant over there, he asked loudly: "Hey-Da Siqi! A middle-aged man with a voice like constipation came to me. He said he was called the Warring States Period... You Do you know this person?"

Damn!

Da Siqi's feet were soft and almost fell.

"Sait...Mr. Saitama! You are so rude!"

Pushing his glasses, Da Siqi ran all the way nervously, ignoring his breath, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Warring States is the admiral of the navy! If you say that, if he is heard by any chance, he might be made things difficult by his boss..."

The voices of the two men were clearly transmitted to the navy headquarters through the phone worm.

The point is that the operator and speakers are still on.

"Puff..."

On the sofa, Lieutenant General Kong Ming almost laughed, but fortunately he immediately covered his mouth, but he still couldn't hold back.

At this time, Karp suddenly poked his head into the studio of the Warring States Period, and shouted loudly: "I seem to hear you have constipation, Warring States?"

...The bastard!

The Warring States complexion was pale.

This old man always pretended to be deaf and dumb to the Navy's orders, saying that his ears were not good!

How come the ears are better than anyone else at this time!

...

On the other end of the phone, Saitama seemed to understand who the Sengoku period was, so he immediately corrected his attitude and said enthusiastically, "So it was the Marshal of Sengoku!"

"Don't pretend, I heard everything just now!"

Sengoku slapped the table with anger and anger, and gritted his teeth towards the phone bug: "But now I don't care about these things with you. You are in the Chambordian Islands now, Saitama? I want you to rush to Peninsula No. 24 immediately! "

On the other side of the phone, Saitama looked around, confirmed the number on the tree, blinked and said, "Ah, I'm on Peninsula 24."

"Are you there? That's great!"

Sengoku’s bad mood finally eased a little, and he nodded and said to the microphone: "This is how it happened. On the 24th peninsula, someone attacked the Tianlongren. You should have seen it too? Go and arrest that guy. , Get back to the navy headquarters!" At this point, the Warring States period suddenly frowned: "Saitama...Why are you so noisy over there, it seems that an idiot has been talking bad words?"

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to do it..."

On the other side of the phone, Saitama scratched his head a little: "You can't let me arrest myself. After all, I haven't done anything bad...please let me refuse."

"Arrest yourself?"

The Warring States here is a little at a loss: "I asked you to arrest the madman who attacked the Dragonite! Who told you to arrest yourself?"

"Ok……"

Saitama thought for a while, and said to the phone worm with his imaginary eyes: "But it's the Tenryu guy I called...By the way, the idiot you just said swearing is him..."

With a "bang", the microphone in his hand fell on the table.

Warring States looked at the front with a look of dementia, and suddenly felt that his blood pressure was rising, dizzy, and could not say a word for a long time.

...

Over the phone

Saitama didn't hear the phone bug for a long time, so he just hung up the phone bug.

Then he continued to walk towards Saint Charles Rose.

"Asshole... asshole!"

Saint Charlross face twisted his nose, waving a knife in his hand, and angrily said: "You are just a pariah, and the admiral will come and kill you soon! Why are you not afraid at all! ?"

Scared?

Saitama was startled, and then smiled.

"If even the hero is afraid, then who will stop the evil deeds, and who will protect the ordinary people who are harmed and powerless, but can only cry?"

A simple sentence, but it seems to touch the depths of the human soul.

The dancing girls who were chained up, and the slaves who were used as mounts by the Tianlongren were shocked, raising their heads in disbelief!

Since being enslaved by the Tianlong people, their hearts have died.

Everyone knows that their only ending is to be tortured to death after being tired of playing.

But just today!

The hope that I had never expected before actually appeared in front of me!

That, named the light of justice!

Suddenly, the style of painting changed suddenly!

The temperament of Saitama's whole person is as sharp as a scabbard, and his right hand is clenched with a fist. The sound is not loud, but decisively, and he yells at Saint Charles Rose without question: "Let go of them! I want you to apologize to this world, Denon!"

Resounded through the clouds.

"Don't... don't come over!"

Saint Charles Rose finally felt scared.

It has nothing to do with power, status, or wealth.

Even if the dirty and contemptible person in his heart is king, when he faces a true hero with justice in his heart, he will inevitably fear and shrink back!

Sitting on the ground, Saint Charles Roth desperately backed away, clutching the dagger as if he was about to grab the last straw, and grabbed the dancer who was locked by the chain, and pressed the blade against her soft On the neck, make a final struggle: "Get out of here! Do you want me to let her go? If you dare to come closer, then I will kill her..."

This threat is useless.

The Tianlong people who were not working on their limbs even had bloated movements.

Not to mention Saitama, even if it's just Dasqi, he can chop him into two pieces before Saint Charles Rose takes it!

But at this moment...

There were tears in the eyes of the kidnapped dancer, and she looked up again, her pretty face was full of determination!

Without waiting for Saint Charles Rose to act, she closed her eyes and stabbed her neck on the blade desperately!

Seeing the next second Xiang Xiaoyu died.

Suddenly a big hand appeared in advance, and one squeezed the knife into pieces!

It is Saitama!

The knife broke into pieces, and the dancer was not dead.

But the broken blade fell apart, still drawing a blood mark on her face.

"Why commit suicide?"

Saitama looked at her tear-stained face and asked plainly.

The dancer opened her eyes.

In those pupils, what kind of sadness and despair and death are there.

"A hero who dares to resist the Tianlongren..."

The dancing girl choked, her tears bursting like a bank, crying and shouting: "I don't have the courage of you, but I must not be a burden to you. It doesn't matter if I die. Anyway, I am already alive and not like a person... "

"But... please!"

"Please, please kill the Celestial Dragon!!!"

She even had the courage to die, but she didn't have the courage to resist.

What kind of oppression can make people lose all hope and immerse their grief into the depths of their souls!?