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Exactly how Saitama defeated Rantang, because no one witnessed it with their own eyes, so even the most talented teenagers have no way of knowing.

But apart from this point, everything else is as simple as handy for the talented youngsters.

"Lantang is a survivor from seven years ago."

"No, he's been dead since then."

"There is one more, Verlaine."

"Yo, little man, you actually have a history. Want to continue the investigation? The Mafia Intelligence Unit can help you a lot, of course, the premise is that you join the Mafia."

Zhong Yuanzhong also answered the question, "He has the ability to protect himself."

So there is no need for the power assistance of the mafia.

"Chuya, you don't want to find out those secrets?" Osamu Dazai approached the orange-haired boy, "Maybe Lantang is investigating him and found clues."

That's why he ran back to trap Qiyu, and even wanted to kill him.

It's just that everyone, including Lantang himself, underestimated Saitama's strength.

"The person he wants to kill is me." Nakahara Chuya still doesn't plan to join the Mafia, but as one of the parties involved in the 'Lantang incident', he also participated in the remaining information collection process, and is helping to sort out Mr. Lantang's relics At that time, I took a fancy to a black top hat.

As for the former mafia leader who appeared in the space, Osamu Dazai reported the incident to Mori Ogai.

It's just because no more people saw the former leader, let alone what Lan Tang was investigating, and even few people in the mafia organization knew Lan Tang, and few people knew that he would never appear again.So this incident happened so quickly and passed quickly.

Regardless of whether the secret continues to sink or gradually surfaces, it does not affect everyone.

Except Saitama.

The boy who had been in a coma for a long time finally opened his eyes, and found that his body was covered with bandages, and there was a familiar smell of medicine.

He reacted for a long time before he finally remembered what happened before he fell into a coma, "Lan Tang!"

"He won't show up again." Nakahara Nakaya sat in front of the hospital bed, reading Qitama's medical books with his arms in his arms.

"Chuya." Qiyu remembered the important thing to tell the boy living together, "I know your background..."

It's Huang Ba spit.

Aragami.

gods.

Life forms that are higher than ordinary people, even higher than supernatural beings.

Also people.

most ordinary people.

"You are a god." The ordinary boy with bandages on his body said solemnly.

You said you wanted to be my god.

Now, it's a prophecy.

"Yes." Nakahara Chuya turned around quickly, turning his back to Saitama, "I got a relic from Mr. Lantang, a very nice hat, for you to wear."

Saitama's gaze softened a lot.

Although that very beautiful man once wanted to kill Chuya Nakahara, and even wanted to kill him, but it is precisely because of the existence of the man that Chuya Nakahara is what he is now.

There is hatred, but gratitude also exists at the same time, which is not contradictory.

"He's like your mother," Saitama said.

"You must wear this hat." Nakahara Chuya turned around, took the hat and placed it on top of Saitama's head.

In addition, although Saitama's current hair looks very fluffy, it is actually much thinner than before, and it does not have a strong supporting force. As soon as it touches the hat, it is crushed to the ground.

The hat was completely covered, and the brim of the hat reached directly under Saitama's eyes, covering most of his face.

"How could it be?" Nakahara Nakaya quickly picked up his hat, and carefully glanced at Saitama's hair.

"Did my hair fall down?" Saitama touched his clothes pocket, wanting to check his hairstyle with his small mirror.

"I'll help you, don't look in the small mirror."

Saitama shook his head, feeling his hair fluff up.

The cheeks don't feel so uncomfortable, it seems that the swelling has subsided.

Qiyu stretched out his hand to touch it, and still planned to look in the small mirror.

"Do you have to use a small mirror?" Nakahara asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Qiyu felt a little strange, "I usually use a small mirror."

In normal times, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't have such a weird attitude.

"No." Zhongyuan Zhong also felt that he couldn't hide it.

As everyone knows, his attitude has already made the cohabiting teenager suspicious.

"Chuya, it's me..." Saitama asked in a low voice, "Are you bald?" He has always been concerned about his hair, and even directly decided his future career plan because of it, and tried several remedies. Some are useful, some are not at all.

Not only that, Qiyu also asked Dr. Gua for help.

But in any case, he has long been mentally prepared for his hair.

It’s just that I used to exercise before, and specially lowered the difficulty. My hair fell off so much every day. The thick hair gradually became so thick, but in fact it became thinner when I grabbed it. This change was expected a long time ago.

If you are mentally prepared, you will not feel so uncomfortable when you accept it.

And this time when Lantang suddenly appeared, Qiyu was not mentally prepared, and he didn't even seem to enter that selfless and invincible state.

But eventually got in.

"I should have noticed." Saitama asked in a very soft voice, "Chuya, is my head bald, has it become a Mediterranean?"

Looking at the young man with a calm face, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly felt sad.

When he was sober on Radium Bowl Street, had no memory of the past, was unaccompanied, and even did not know how to live, Zhongyuanzhong was not sad; when Yang encountered difficulties, he stood up with his chest upright, no matter how tired he was, he never complained ; The mafia was eyeing him covetously, but he didn't take it seriously.

Looking at Qiyu like this now, he couldn't be more sad.

"It's not the top of the head. It's a little bit on the side, there is a fingernail-sized one..." Nakahara Nakaya watched Saitama take out the small mirror, knowing that he couldn't stop it, "It's only a small piece, and it will grow out soon new."

He didn't say the word 'bald'.

Saitama finally took out the small mirror in his pocket, opened the lid, and his face appeared in the smooth lens inside.

The swollen cheeks have really subsided a lot. If you don't look carefully, you can hardly see it.

The hair is very fluffy, and it looks the same as before, but as long as you grab it with your hands, you will know that the hair is much, much thinner than before.

There is a small piece of baldness the size of a fingernail above the ear, which looks like a scar where no hair can grow, but when you look closely, you can see that it is a piece of scalp without hair, smooth as if it will never grow Like hair.

"It's bald." Saitama pulled a little more hair over to cover that small area, but if you look at it with your eyes, you can't see it for the time being.

"It was just an accident." Nakahara Chuya said, "It will grow out soon."

"I hope." Saitama put away the small mirror.

I finally understand why Zhongya Nakahara doesn't want him to use a small mirror. I worry about losing my hair every day and I will be bald. Now that I finally have a small piece of baldness, I suddenly see that the visual impact is still great.

"I'll find a way."

"I am your god."

Saitama has been infected by the teenagers living together, "I will definitely."

Because he is not alone, there are such good companions around him, and so many powerful friends.

Mafia office building.

Mori Ogai knelt on the ground, trying to beg the blond girl for a new dress.

"Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai finished his work report and finally added, "Saitama helped a lot in this incident. If Lantang hadn't followed him, once the former leader recorded a video and sent it out, the mafia insiders would The die-hards won't be able to control it."

It's only been a year since Mori Ogai took the top position, and he can only get more than half of the people to stand on his side.

"Dazai." Mori Ogai stood up, holding the small dress in his hands, "I am also very worried about his safety."

Mori Ogai understood what Osamu Dazai wanted to express.

What's more, it was the members of the mafia who brought danger to Saitama this time.

He looked at the young man who had retreated into the shadows. If he remained indifferent, it seemed that this member of the mafia, which he personally brought, was also planning to get out of control.

"Send armed combat troops and intelligence troops, ten people each, to covertly protect."

"This is an order."

The boy stepped out of the shadows, "Follow my orders."

clinic.

Zhong Yuanzhong did not leave, and stayed in the clinic.

"We should be able to try noodles tonight." Saitama poked his cheek, feeling that he could eat a little stronger noodles.

After drinking porridge continuously, there is no taste at all in the mouth, which is too uncomfortable.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the curtains and looked outside through the glass window.

On the low wall on the other side of the road, a normal-shaped three-colored cat squatted on it, just looking into the boy's blue eyes.

The boy's azure eyes moved away first, and Sanhuamao also looked elsewhere.

The militant troops and intelligence troops sent by the mafia are looking for places to hide. Although the two troops belong to the mafia, they are not so harmonious with each other. At least they have received the same mission now. When the two sides meet, they will always go on their own compare.

"Those who engage in intelligence, don't stay in the room to analyze the intelligence, but run out to be careful if the wind flashes your tongue."

"The wind is very strong now, if you open your mouth to speak, aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

Full.

Zhongyuan Zhong also closed the curtain with a 'shua'.

"Is there anything outside? Is Mr. Dazai here?" Saitama was a little curious.

"It's not mackerel, it's something else."

At best, he can be regarded as a colleague of mackerel.

Even Mori Ogai knew that Saitama was in danger and took remedial measures, although in the eyes of Nakahara, it was completely useless.

"Chuya, have hand-rolled noodles at night." Saitama discussed with the boy living together, "I really want to eat."

"Are you going to the supermarket?"

Mr. Lantang's relic is not suitable, so buy a new one.

Saitama disagreed a bit, he took the hat and put it on the head of Nakahara Nakaya, the young man's fluffy hair supported the hat well, it looked good, and there was a sense of ritual of life inheritance.