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"Punch...faster?" Genos muttered to himself, then his electronic eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had been enlightened!

As he spoke, he quickly jotted down notes in his notebook:

"New Notes: Mr. KING's Secret - 'Punch Faster'. Core idea: Return to simplicity, crush all techniques with absolute speed and power."

Lin Mo looked at Genos, who was frantically taking notes, opened his mouth, but ultimately decided not to explain anything.

I wonder if Genos's disciple attributes have suddenly exploded after becoming an apprentice, because he always seems to pull out a notebook from somewhere...

Just then, Lin Mo's phone, which was on the table, vibrated.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, but the number ended with an internal logo of the Hero Association.

He gestured to Saitama and Genos, then got up and walked to a relatively quiet corridor outside the restaurant to answer the phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. King?"

A slightly anxious yet respectful female voice came from the other end of the phone; it was the liaison officer from the Hero Association headquarters.

"Great, I've managed to get in touch with you!"

The liaison officer breathed a sigh of relief and immediately reported:

"Mr. KING, the association's disaster monitoring system has detected several violent energy fluctuations and high-frequency shock waves in Z City, with peak values ​​reaching the standard for 'ghost' level disasters!"

"Given your recent frequent activities in Z City, the association is inquiring whether you are aware of any related unusual circumstances?"

"Oh, that matter." Lin Mo was somewhat surprised by the association's swift response, but still answered truthfully:

"No need, it's already been resolved."

"Resolved...resolved?" The liaison officer paused for a moment, then quickly asked, "What are the specific details...?"

"A ninja destroyed two walls of my friend's house." Lin Mo leaned against the wall, looking at the night view outside the window.

"I chased him away, that's all. As for that energy fluctuation, it was probably caused when I fought him."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

The liaison officer's brain was processing these few sentences, which were packed with information, at lightning speed.

An image automatically popped into her mind:

A ninja unleashed a terrifying, world-destroying ninjutsu, but Mr. KING, ranked sixth in the S-class, "accidentally" released an even more terrifying power, effortlessly defeating him.

This...this is such composure! This is such power!

“I…I understand!” The liaison officer’s voice instantly became even more reverent.

"As expected of Mr. King! So, regarding the subsequent loss assessment and..."

"Just send the bill directly to me, it includes the renovation costs for my friend's house."

Lin Mo interrupted her, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I'm eating."

"Beep...beep..."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, the liaison officer at headquarters remained in the position of answering the call, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After a long while, she finally put down the phone, took a deep breath, and turned to the head of the data analysis department behind her to solemnly report:

"This disaster was no match for Mr. King. Mr. King considered it a trivial matter."

When Lin Mo returned to his seat, Saitama had just precisely picked up the last slice of A5 Wagyu beef from the pot and put it into his mouth with satisfaction.

"Is that the association's call?" Genos had already closed his laptop and looked up to ask.

"Yes, they detected the commotion earlier and came to ask what happened." Lin Mo sat down, poured himself a cup of barley tea, and moistened his throat.

"KING, have you talked to them about the renovation costs?" Saitama's mouth was full of meat, but he still didn't forget to ask about his most important question.

"I told them they would send me the bill."

"Oh, that's good." Saitama was completely relieved and began to attack the vegetables and mushrooms in the pot.

The guests and hosts enjoyed a hot pot meal together.

As the three of them walked out of the hot pot restaurant and stood on the bustling streets of Z City at night, looking at the city, Lin Mo suddenly felt a little dazed.

It seems he has completely integrated into this world.

"Alright, Saitama, you can't stay at your place for now."

Lin Mo looked in the direction of his apartment in the distance and said, "Let's squeeze in at my place tonight, it's quite big. Genos, you come too."

"Yes, Mr. King!"

"Oh, sure. Do you have any of the latest fighting games at home?"

Under the cover of night, the shadows of the three people were elongated by the streetlights and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 101 Bump Returns to the Scene

Inside KING's apartment.

"KO!"

As the game's sound effects rang out, Saitama's character was once again blasted away by a special attack, and the giant golden letter "KING wins" appeared on the screen.

"Damn it! I lost again!" Saitama reluctantly put the handle on the soft carpet, leaned back, and lay down in a "spread-eagle" position.

"KING, have you always been this good at games?! This doesn't make sense!"

"It's alright, it's just a matter of practice makes perfect," Lin Mo said with a modest smile.

Genos, who was standing to the side, did not participate in the game.

He remained sitting upright, and the notebook in his hand had been replaced with a new one.

In this wonderfully harmonious atmosphere, "ding-dong—" the apartment doorbell suddenly rang.

The sound was crisp, yet it broke the silence of the room.

"Hmm? Who could it be so late?" Lin Mo asked, somewhat puzzled, as he rarely had visitors here.

Genos stood up immediately, the armor on his arm silently sliding open to reveal the incinerator inside.

"Teacher, Mr. King, please wait a moment, I'll take care of it."

"Don't be so nervous, Genos."

Lin Mo waved his hand, signaling him to calm down.

He leaned back on the sofa without moving, but pulled up the surveillance footage from the doorway.

On the screen, a somewhat familiar young face was anxiously looking around, its expression filled with panic and helplessness.

“It’s Chalanzi.” Lin Mo recognized the person who had come; she was Bang’s only disciple.

"Let him in."

As soon as the door opened, Chalanzi rushed in like a madwoman.

His hair was disheveled, his gi was full of wrinkles, and there were even tear stains on his face. He was in a state of complete disorientation.

"Mr. King! Mr. Saitama!"

Upon seeing the two people on the sofa, he seemed to have found a lifeline, pleading, "Please, please save my master!"

"Huh?" Saitama was about to start the next game when he heard this and looked up in confusion. "That silver-haired old man? What's wrong with him?"

"My master... he expelled me from the sect!"

Chalanzi's words were filled with confusion, "Just now, he suddenly became so unfamiliar!"

As Chalanzi narrated, the scene that had occurred an hour earlier at the Ryūsui Rock Smashing Fist Dojo slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

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One hour ago, at Banggu Dojo.

The temple was deathly silent. Unlike its usual tranquility, the air today was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Bang stood in the center of the dojo with his hands behind his back.

His face, which usually carried a gentle smile, now appeared extremely cold and stern, and his eyes were sharp as knives, making Chalanzi, who was standing opposite him, feel a chill run down her spine.

"Master... Master, is there something you need?" Cha Lanzi asked cautiously, as he had never seen his master like this before.

Bang slowly turned around, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and said in a cold tone, "Chalanzi."

"Yes!" Chalanzi instinctively stood at attention, her body taut.

"From today onwards, you are no longer a disciple of the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist."

Bang's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Chalanzi's heart like a heavy hammer.

"You have been expelled from the sect."

"……Eh?"

Chalanzi's mind went blank for a moment; he wondered if he had misheard.

"Master... what are you saying? Are you joking?"

His voice began to tremble, "Did I do something wrong? Did I not train hard enough today? Or... did I not make the rice balls nicely this morning?"

"neither."

Bang interrupted him coldly, "This place is not for you. Pack your things and leave immediately, and never come back."

"Why!"

The harsh reality finally shattered Chalanzi's hopes.

Tears welled up in his eyes instantly, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud.

He moved forward on his knees, trying to grab Bangu's clothes.

"Master! What did I do wrong? Please tell me why. Was it because I didn't work hard enough? I will train even harder, Master!"

However, Bang simply stepped back, avoiding his hand.

The hands that had given him countless encouragements and guidance were now reluctant to touch him even slightly.

"You go."