: This team is tough to lead.

"Isn't the teacher leaving yet?"

"Let's go, let's go! I'm really impressed with you, let's take a taxi!"

Half an hour later, the group finally arrived at the Hero Association headquarters. As soon as they got out of the car, an association staff member in a suit, covered in sweat, rushed over as if he had seen a savior.

"Mr. King! Mr. Boros! Mr. Genos! You've finally arrived!"

The staff member's voice was trembling with tears, as if he were about to kneel down and kowtow at any moment, "The other S-class heroes have already arrived, the atmosphere in the conference room was practically frozen, we've been waiting for you all!"

Upon arriving at headquarters, King and Boros exchanged a glance, instantly abandoning their relaxed demeanor and switching into combative expressions. They nodded coldly, signaling for a staff member to lead the way to the conference room.

Pushing open the heavy door, the huge oval conference table was already filled with S-class heroes. Almost everyone looked at the few who had arrived late, and a low pressure, as if the air was frozen, rushed over them.

"Ah, King and Boros are here? And the cyborgs too! We've been waiting for ages!!"

The one who uttered that sarcastic voice was the person sitting on the right side of the conference table. Unlike the others, he wasn't sitting upright; instead, he leaned back in his chair with an air of superiority, one hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, ignoring Saitama, his gaze sweeping over King, Boros, and Genos like a blade.

S-Class Fourth Rank: "Atomic Samurai"

"How rude! Do you know I've been sitting here waiting for two hours? Don't you have any sense of time? With such a careless attitude, can this person still be called a hero?"

A green-haired, curly-haired loli was hovering above the seat, her emerald green eyes practically spitting fire. Her signature dark, high-slit dress billowed with her emotional fluctuations and the surging air around her.

The extremely daring cut made the skirt almost completely lose its covering function. As the fabric fluttered, large swathes of snow-white skin were exposed to the air without reservation, and the stunning whiteness created a striking visual contrast with the dark skirt.

The high slits on the sides of the skirt reached all the way to her thighs, and with her floating posture, the long lines of her legs were on full display. The skirt hems on both sides seemed to be just decorative, and could not hide the beautiful curves of her legs at all.

In the gaps between the swirling of her skirt, the absolute territory and mysterious scenery hidden deep beneath it appear and disappear with the surge of magic, exuding both a suffocating sense of oppression and a dangerous and deadly allure.

"I'm really angry! Extremely angry! None of you three are leaving after the meeting!!!"

S-Rank Second Place: "The Trembling Tornado"

"Oh!"

Boros scanned his surroundings with his single eye and sneered:

"I've never been one to arrive early. Aren't there still two who haven't arrived yet? That's enough of the show of force."

He strode over to an empty chair, sat down, and arrogantly propped his legs, clad in heavy combat boots, on the table, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.

King and Genos didn't say anything, but silently pulled Saitama to a place to sit down.

"Hey, you're so arrogant... Haven't you ever been beaten up before?"

The speaker is the sixteenth-ranked S-class player, "Metal Bat".

His messy short hair and arrogant expression made him look exactly like a delinquent gang leader who had just returned from a street fight.

At that moment, he was staring intently at Boros, who had his feet propped up high on the conference table, the metal baseball bat in his hand making a "crackling" sound from the excessive force.

Boros slowly opened his eyes, his single gaze sweeping across the room, his tone icy, carrying a chilling intent:

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"

Metal Bat immediately bristled: "Huh? What did you say? Dare to say it again? Don't think I won't beat you up just because you're here!"

"You arrogant fool, if you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"

The two men's sharp exchange immediately made the atmosphere in the conference room heavy, with tension permeating the air and lowering the air pressure in the entire space to freezing point.

"Could I have a cup of tea?"

Saitama suddenly interjected calmly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention, and everyone turned to the bald man sitting in the corner, wearing a yellow bodysuit.

Saitama still looked like he hadn't woken up yet. He seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the meeting room, and didn't even look at the two people facing off. He completely ignored all the glances directed at him and calmly began to speak.

"Oh, a drink is fine too, but it's okay if you don't have any."

He added, as if he were really just attending an ordinary tea party.

"Who is this weirdo? Is he some hero's henchman? When did he sneak in?" the haughty little girl questioned.

"Heh, young man, you really have a big heart."

Sitting not far away, Silver Fang—the old hero with white hair and a face full of wrinkles—squinted slightly as he looked at Saitama, a sense of admiration welling up in his heart.

To remain so calm in a room full of S-class monsters requires either ignorance or the composure of a true strong person.

His interruption shifted the atmosphere in the meeting room. Unless someone was really embarrassed, no one would actually start a fight in this situation!

At this moment, the heavy metal door at the entrance was slowly pushed open again.

A middle-aged man in a sharp suit, looking refined and cultured, walked in. He carried a thick stack of documents, wore a professional smile, and walked steadily to the main speaker's seat at the conference table.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

The man's gaze swept across the entire room, lingering for a moment on Saitama before casually looking away.

"Gentlemen, please be patient. I am Sitch, the organizer of this meeting."

At this moment, Saitama silently accepted the tea offered by the robot and took a sip.

Sicchi cleared his throat, his tone becoming serious:

"Because of the special circumstances surrounding Mr. Blast and Mr. Metal Knight, the signal has been completely cut off, and we can't contact them, we won't wait for them. Apart from those two, all the other invited guests have arrived."

He slammed the document he was holding onto the table with a loud "thud," instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"Everyone is a guardian of Earth, and time is precious. Without further ado, I won't waste any more time and will get straight to the point."

Sic's expression instantly shifted from a professional smile to a chilling solemnity. He placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and spoke in a low voice as if pronouncing a death sentence:

"Gentlemen, this enemy is unlike any we've faced before. We hope you will all step forward to protect Earth... but please understand that although you are all S-class heroes, in the face of this disaster, the slightest mistake could mean your annihilation!"

He looked around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each hero, trying to catch any fear or hesitation in their eyes.

"Listen, running away also takes courage. If you regret it now and want to back out..."

"Don't waste your breath with that nonsense."

A cold shout pierced the solemn atmosphere that Sitch had created, like an icicle. Boros narrowed his single, scarlet eye impatiently, abruptly interrupting the other's speech.

"Although I think the S-class heroes here are pitifully weak."

Boros crossed his arms and looked around.

"But it must be admitted that those who have climbed to this position have all risked their lives to get here. Now that they're in this position, who among them would be afraid of death?"

He turned his head slightly, glancing contemptuously at Sich, a sneer playing on his lips:

Instead of wasting everyone's time by rambling on and on, you should get to the point. Talking about ways out only makes us laugh.

"Feed? Who are you calling pitifully weak?"

Metal Bat's temper flared up again. He stood up abruptly, slamming the metal bat on the floor with a loud crash, making the teacups on the conference table jump. He glared at Boros, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Want to try my baseball bat? I'll turn your tattered armor into scrap metal!"

"Hmph, one by one, that's enough."

Before Boros could respond, Tornado, hovering in mid-air, spoke impatiently. She crossed her arms, her green curly hair swaying slightly with the fluctuations of her psychic power, and gave the two of them a disdainful look.

"What can you hit with that broken stick? Whack-a-mole?"

She retorted to the metal bat, then turned her head, her emerald green eyes glaring angrily at Boros.

"And you, alien, I've put up with you for far too long."

"Huh? What did you say? Should I chop off your curly hair?" Metal Bat was enraged even more by the tornado and swung his bat, ready to charge.

"Oh."

Boros let out a cold laugh, his voice full of contempt.

"A little brat who uses superpowers to show off, but he's got quite the nerve."

"Why don't you give it a try? Your head's like a watermelon!"

Tornado first uttered a harsh threat to the metal baseball bat, then manipulated several floating pen nibs towards Boros, her tone chilling:

"You call me a circus performer? Believe me or not, I'll send a meteorite down from outer space right now and smash you to dust."

Boros didn't even lift his eyelids, but coldly uttered a few words:

"You can give it a try..."

"Stop arguing, Sitch, just keep talking. Boros is right about one thing: which S-rank hero would be afraid to run away? So stop with the nonsense and get to the point."

Flashy Flash, the 12th S-rank hero who had been sitting quietly in the corner observing, finally couldn't help but speak up.

"If they keep arguing like this, they might really start fighting! This building might even collapse!"

"Why are there so many problem children among the S-Class heroes... Sigh!"

The older, more composed heroes exchanged glances and sighed silently…