One Punch of Justice

The red-haired gangster swallowed his saliva, and nodded nervously: "The big sister on the East Street doesn't seem to be as scary as he is now when her hair is on fire..."

"But we received the money, this fight must be fought!"

The yellow-haired gangster made up his mind, clenched his fists and shouted at Saitama: "Hey! Boy! Come with us immediately! Don't think that you can scare us by putting on a powerful look, bastard!!!"

This threat is not a bit weaker than the one just now.

Anyone can see that they are stern, and they are already afraid.

And at this moment, the salted fish who was still on the side of being bullied just now slowly opened his mouth...

"Don't be so troublesome, just here, I'm in a hurry."

Saitama's eyes were sharp, his hands were clenched into fists, and there seemed to be an invisible air current sweeping through his body, and he put on a posture: "You are just 'bad seniors who can do nothing except violence', but I am 'a person who can do nothing well' , is worse than anyone else, you are not qualified at all!"

The two punks were taken aback for a moment, their eyes were a little dazed: "...We are not comparing this with you."

But Saitama ignored them at all.

Push your legs hard, and suddenly rush forward!

"Bow your head before me..."

Saitama clenched his right hand and punched hard, his momentum was like a tiger on the mountain: "Don't underestimate the world!"

...

five minutes later.

Saitama was pressed to the ground and beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

The two punks clapped their hands and walked away.

"Damn, scare me!"

"I thought he was so powerful, but he turned out to be ridiculously weak!"

"However, his summary of himself is quite in place. He really deserves to be a person who can't do anything well. He can't even fight like this. It's really useless..."

...

The perpetrator walked away.

Only the surrounding students dared to poke their heads out quietly.

Of course they knew who ordered these two gangsters to teach Saitama a lesson, and that young lady could not be offended, if she got involved with Saitama, maybe they would suffer as well.

So the students carefully bypassed Saitama, who was covered in blood and fell to the ground, walked through the corridor, and left one after another.

No one helped him, and no one called the teacher or the doctor.

Gradually.

The students in the school left cleanly.

The sky outside the window also changed from dusk to night.

Saitama, who fell in a pool of blood, finally gradually regained consciousness, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Quietly.

There is no one in the school anymore.

Looking at the empty corridor and his own blood stains on the ground, Saitama still didn't have the slightest sadness or pain on his face, he just bent down to pick up the mop and bucket that were left aside, and limped towards the toilet.

He hasn't forgotten.

I was punished for cleaning the toilet for a semester.

Even if it has been bruised all over.

Walking to the sink in the toilet, Saitama stopped, wanting to unscrew the water to wash the blood stains on his face.

But after receiving water and rubbing it on his face twice, Saitama suddenly found that the water did not turn red, and his face did not have the rough feeling of blood coagulation.

He raised his head and glanced at himself in the mirror.

Not only is the face clean, but even the wound at the corner of the mouth seems to have been treated!

I don't know who sewed up the school uniform that was torn from a fight after school.

ah……

I have met a good person...

Saitama blinked, thinking so in his heart.

...

the next day

Although he was injured all over his body, Saitama came to the school as if nothing happened.

That kind of calm and composed attitude almost made others think that the person who was beaten into a coma and dying yesterday was not the same as him.

All this was seen by Agnes.

The feeling of trying to get revenge, but ended up punching cotton made her feel very uncomfortable!

Although violence was used successfully.

But it seems that there is no warning at all!

At first Agnes thought that Saitama was just pretending to be brave, but in fact he was already too scared, but soon she found out that she was very wrong!

Saitama's eyes are still so indifferent, even if he is the culprit who plotted to instruct others to beat him standing in front of him, there is still no trace of awe and fear in his eyes!

Damn!

How could there be such a freak in this world! ?

no!

Retaliation is not over!

In the school under his control, no aliens are allowed to exist!

He must be subdued! Let him cry and beg himself, lick his shoes and beg for forgiveness!

I made up my mind.

Soon, under Agnes's behind-the-scenes manipulation, a new round of revenge began...

physical education

A group of tall and burly football club students surrounded Saitama who was sitting on the lawn.

"Hey, boy, you're lucky!"

The strongest man in the middle came to Saitama and said maliciously: "Usually we don't bring first-year rookies when we play football, but for you guy, we give special treatment, hurry up and come with us Bar!"

"No."

Saitama folded his hands on his chest and said arrogantly: "I don't know how to play football!"

The football captain has black lines all over his head.

Damn!

If you don't know how to play football, don't be such a bad fart!

No wonder that rich girl would pay a group of her own to teach him a lesson. It had nothing to do with personal grievances, but now she wants to beat him up!

"No, no!"

Without any explanation, the football captain was picked up by Saitama like a chicken, dragged to the field and stood up.

"You are a beginner, let you serve!"

The football captain stretched out his hand and threw the football to Saitama, but he sneered in his heart.

Fool!

As long as you serve the ball, all of us will try our best to kick the ball towards you!

Don't blame us for losing your life! Who made you offend Miss Agnes! ?

Saitama hugged the football, showing no signs of getting ready to exercise, and said with a dead fish eye: "But I really don't know how to play football. If I hit you, you won't blame me, right?"

The football captain said impatiently: "Stop rambling, hurry up and kick off! This is my territory, and anyone who kicks it will be mine, so you should feel relieved!?"

Looking down at the football in his hand, Saitama nodded, let go of his hand, and kicked it violently!

The football flew out quickly!

Immediately afterwards, something magical happened!

That kick gave the ball a magical arc, and it directly hit the face of the headmaster who happened to be passing by!

The gold-rimmed glasses that the principal had just bought were shattered to pieces!

"puff!!!"

The football captain almost lost his breath!

This brat!

Could it be that he did it on purpose? ?

...

Tremblingly, he tore off the football stuck on his face.

The old principal's hands were shaking with anger.

"who is it!?"

Shouting out loudly, the group of people in the football club almost knelt down in fright.

Saitama pointed at the football captain with his eyes open: "He said this is his territory, and anyone who kicks him is his."

"is that so!?"

The headmaster laughed angrily. At that time, he chased and killed the football captain in the school on crutches for a whole day.

But relative.

After school that day, Saitama was once again beaten by all the members of the football club, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen...