
Chapter 4 League Fighters】
After finishing the grueling work that day, Li Wei returned to his cheap rental home.
"Roar~~~" Li Weishen Roar took a breath and lay on the bed, the dilapidated ceiling was already visible.
“Teacher Guru~” Stomach Li Wei began to protest.
He bounced off the bed with a "Buk", he rummaged through the drawers, but was unable to find the remaining stock.
“Damn it, am I the first to die of hunger? It's too confusing for the squad of passersby.” Since receiving the power of Saitama-sensei, his appetite has been overwhelming.
Sometimes, he even felt he could eat a cow.
If he wanted to fill his stomach, he now needed a few days' wages to eat in order to suffice.
“Looks like I have to work part-time again at night.”
Li Wei is out.
Pulling out the manga, Li Wei's consciousness entered the Saitama room, while his body rode a bicycle in haste on the road.
"Fuck, look at the road." A car speeded past Li Wei, and at the same time the owner of the speeding car shouted.
"Bag, hand over the money, quick."
"No, don't do that, I don't have any money."
"Go to child's hell."
There was a small sound in Li Wei's ears.
The bike immediately braked, and Li Wei lifted the bike to immediately turn around and sped towards the source of the sound.
In an alley, three robbers beat up a young man. The young man crouched on his body and held on.
"Hey, gentlemen, do you need any help?" A crowd of melon eaters reading comics appeared behind some people.
The three robbers turned their heads and saw familiar faces. They immediately pulled out the gun and shot Li Wei indiscriminately.
“Boom boom~” The bullet passed Li Wei very accurately.
"Dam." After the barrage of bullets was ignited, the three robbers roared and fled, without the slightest hesitation, as they had just been taught by the yellow-skinned boy in front of them during the day.
"This time, you must be punished legally." After Li Wei finished speaking, he walked towards the alley.
"Has that guy caught up?"
In the corner of the alley, the three robbers were out of breath.
"I don't know, I don't dare look back."
"No footsteps, I shouldn't have pursued."
"Damn it, what kind of monster is that guy, he can hide from bullets."
The young man wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Hey, Gentlemen, you have a lot of sweat, do you need a tissue?" A voice sounded in front of the three of them.
"Thank you." The young man thanked him, and he turned his head to look at the harmless face.
But it was this face that shocked the young man, as if he had seen a ghost, Roar screamed, and fell back to the ground again and again.
"Dam." The three withdrew their weapons and shot at Li Wei, wiping out the few remaining bullets.
“Hey, listen to me, brother, we have no grievances and grudges ..” Seeing Li Wei getting closer, the three robbers became anxious.
"Yes, we have no grievances and grudges."
Li Wei's words made the three robbers happy, but the latter shouted at the next sentence.
"However, I am the patron saint of the earth, and sin must be punished."
“Bi Chi.” The three robbers shouted.
“Ah...uh...ah...” In the next three seconds, the three robbers were tied to a telephone pole.
"Hey, is that a cop?" Li Wei called.
“Yes, yes, there was a robbery, the address.”.
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“Teacher Guru~” Stomach Li Wei starts yelling again.
It is unfortunate that he failed.
At this moment, the poster on the wall by the roadside pulled him.
Fighter League: Challenge a death fighter, you can earn three thousand dollars for three minutes, and you can get 20,000 dollars to defeat a fighter.
“You are the one.”
Li Wei walked into a dark alley, where there were all three teachers and nine students. Many homeless people stared at Li Wei's butt, their eyes shining.
“I want to register.” Li Wei stepped forward.
The black woman in charge of registering the players glanced at the skinny Li Wei, shook her head and said, "Sorry, we don't have a light combat game here."
“I want to challenge Deathfist.”
"Little one, if I were you, I'd turn around right away and go home."
"I want to participate in this challenge." Li Wei repeated.
"Little one, are you sure you want to participate?"
"yes I'm sure."
"name?"
“Um... Saitama-sensei.”
"God bless."
"Ah, pain, my hand is broken, broken."
As Li Weigang walked to the contestant stand, a man with crooked arms was carried on a stretcher, with a heart-piercing scream in his mouth.
"May God bless you." Li Wei grieved for the player for half a second, and he took the shield of the player that fell to the ground.
Li Wei did not wait for long, about ten minutes before his turn. During this period, more than a dozen players performed.
“Now we have the fourteenth opponent Deathfist... Saitama-sensei, where he is. If Deathfist hit him, would he be destroyed? The mud! May God bless her."
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
From the spectators, enthusiastic shouts that reverberated through the underground fist ring sounded. That's a crazy audience!
In human bones, the most primitive animal traits flow!
Li Wei climbed into the ring amidst a crazy shout - a large number of iron cages.
"Little boy, I think you should go home to find your mother." The Deathfist tyrant humbled, staring at Li Wei with disdain.
The large man was two meters tall, his steel-like muscles were tall and prominent, and his rough arms were stronger than Li Wei's thighs. It's really giant.
"The beginning."
The bell of the game rings.
"Little boy, if you get down on your knees and hit grandpa three heads now, and then help me clean up this place, I might be able to save your life."
Big Mac pointed his finger at his crotch, and then took out the thing in front of countless spectators.
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
There was a crazy scream from the audience.
Facing the crazy audience and Big Mac in the ring, Li Wei placed his hand on his arm.
The smile on Big Mac's face was shocked.
Is this little monkey carrying a weapon!
Is that a gun!
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