The attack by the Vaccine Man brought huge destruction to City A.

However, after the weirdos were eliminated, except for the disaster-stricken urban areas that needed to be rebuilt, residents in other urban areas continued to live and work as usual.

It's obviously just across a street, and you can see the ruins when you look up.

It's like nothing happened.

People living in this world have become accustomed to the destruction caused by weirdos.

The attitude towards attacks by monsters is no different from the attitude towards natural disasters such as earthquakes and hurricanes.

Since there is no way to avoid it, just live it every day.

Such a good mentality is all tempered by monster attacks one after another.

Of course, not all weirdos are unable to integrate into human society.

Some weirdos who are harmless to humans and animals (with low strength) can also find promising jobs in zoos or wealthy people's residential areas by virtue of their unique appearance.

It's just that for most weirdos, after their bodies have changed, their thinking has also changed.

Becoming extremely aggressive and more likely to lose control.

Regarding the reconstruction work of the city, the Heroes Association will also bear part of the responsibility.

After all, most of the time, the destruction of the city is not just caused by weirdos, but also partly contributed by heroes.

The association is also very troubled by this.

Not only must public relations be dealt with after the hero's battle, but a large amount of financial compensation must also be given.

In addition to the wages paid to heroes, this expenditure accounts for the largest proportion.

But this time, the association's senior officials were a little relieved.

None of these collapsed buildings were related to our heroes, they were all caused by the vaccine people.

I have to say that this is a historic progress.

So much so that the staff of the association straighten their backs a lot when facing government agencies.

It would be great if all heroes were like Chen Ming.

After seeing today's expenditure bills, the senior leaders of the associations expressed the same emotion in their hearts.

They already knew from the mouth of the Venerable Vaccine Man who killed the Vaccine Man.

However, the specific details of the battle involved Chen Ming's ability. Venerable Shit chose to brush it off and did not reveal too much to the association's senior officials.

This is Chen Ming's request.

There is no harm in having fewer people know personal information.

Originally, there were some doubts about the disaster rating of Vaccine Man, but with the endorsement of Venerable Vest, there are no more problems.

The weight of S-class heroes in the Hero Association is greater than that of most senior leaders.

After confirming that the vaccine is a dragon-level monster, the next thing to do is to upgrade Chen Ming's level and issue rewards.

If just killing a dragon-level monster is not enough to achieve the required contribution of an S-level hero, then adding Chen Ming to the rescue of tens of thousands of people is more than enough.

But the specific ranking needs to be discussed.

Chen Ming has to go to the headquarters to handle these matters.

However, Coulson made several calls in a row, but failed to call Chen Ming over. The other party's phone even turned off directly afterwards, which caused a bit of a headache.

But when Tatsumaki came to him and asked for Chen Ming's address, Coulson realized that he had a headache just now.

"Why did you get into trouble with this little ancestor..."

Colson muttered softly, lowered his head and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not daring to look at the tornado in front of him.

"What are you talking about there? Give me that guy's address quickly."

The tornado's body glowed green.

The more you think about it, the angrier it becomes. The more you take a step back, the more you think about it.

When had she ever been wronged like this, she had to settle the score, otherwise when she closed her eyes at night, she would think of Chen Ming.

"Ahem, Tatsumaki, you know the rules of the association. Even if you are an S-class hero, we cannot disclose any information about the hero to others without his permission."

Colson said softly.

I was afraid that I might accidentally make Tornado angry and vent his anger in his office, which would make some of them cry.

"How can such an rude guy be considered a hero? He doesn't know how to respect his seniors at all. This really pisses me off!!"

Tatsumaki stamped his foot so hard that the whole floor trembled.

But although she is willful, she is still reasonable.

The Hero Association does have such a rule to protect the personal safety of the heroes.

You know, heroes need to fight not only weirdos, but also criminals and even evil organizations everywhere.

Freaks are usually killed directly.

But the latter is sometimes not necessarily the case, and you may suffer retaliation from your accomplices.

It is easy to hide from an open gun, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.

No matter how powerful the hero is, he may not be able to defend against dirty tricks.

Therefore, the privacy of heroes needs to be protected by the association.

"Tell that guy that things between us won't end easily. Let him wait for me!!"

Seeing that it was impossible to get the information he wanted from Colson, Tatsumaki was too lazy to stay any longer. After leaving a word, he left calmly.

“None of this makes anyone worry-free.”

Colson sometimes feels like he works harder than the nanny.

I thought Chen Ming would make people worry less, but now it seems that he is overthinking, and this guy is also in big trouble.

…

Time flew by and came to the next day.

Because he wasn't going out to fight monsters, Saitama didn't wear his own heroic outfit, but changed into casual clothes.

In this way, he blends in perfectly among ordinary people. When walking on the street, except for the dazzling bald head, what stands out is that he is ordinary and does not attract anyone's attention.

“This is it… Dabao Hair Salon”

Saitama stopped and looked up.

After confirming that the information on the sign and the business card in his hand was correct, he was about to push the door open when he noticed that the door of the hair salon was locked and there was a notice posted on it.

(Closed today!)

"Knock knock"

Saitama knocked on the door twice.

After waiting for a while and knocking twice, there was still no movement.

Saitama's expression began to become serious, and he analyzed it with the seriousness of oneself, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Is this guy trying to default on his debt?"

Come to think of it, it's really possible.

Instead, if he had his own thoughts and owed others a meal of beef shabu-shabu, he might just move away and leave.

Just a quick mention.

Saitama now lives in the no-man's land of Z city.

There is a chance of encountering ghost-level monsters when you go out. It can be said that the place has been occupied by monsters.

It's just that the government tacitly acknowledged it.

Therefore, the rent there is extremely low, and indoor water, electricity, and gas are all available and can be used normally, but no one dares to ask for money, so it can be regarded as having no living expenses.

It's a pity that there are no customers at that place, otherwise Chen Ming would have wanted to move there and be a neighbor with Saitama, and experience the joy of free prostitution together.

Just when Saitama was hesitating whether to break in for a meal of beef shabu-shabu, the door of the hair salon finally opened.

Appearing in front of Saitama was Iruri wearing a maid outfit.

"Mr. Saitama, the master is already waiting for you inside."

"That... is disturbing."

Saitama was a little uncomfortable with Illuri's serious attitude. He subconsciously raised his hand to scratch his scalp, and then walked into the hair salon.

Under the leadership of Iruri, Saitama came to the second floor of Obo Hair Salon, which is the living area. When he looked up, he saw Chen Ming lying on the tatami, his head resting on the lap of a kimono girl.

There were three other girls crowded in the not-so-spacious room.

To be precise, it's a girl and two lolita.
To be continued...