Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

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"Hey, but... I think the handsome black-haired guy next to him is even more handsome?"

"It seems so... Look at that height, that body proportion, he looks like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine!"

"Idiot, King is the strongest on Earth, not the most handsome! But... the guy next to him is definitely a bit too handsome for the rules...!!"

"I don't care! I like handsome guys and strong men! I think I'm in love!"

"Ah, me too!!"

Although the murmurs were faint, they clearly reached King's ears.

He instinctively straightened his back, trying to maintain a cool expression on his face, but his heart was already pounding.

He's terrible at handling these kinds of situations. What if a crazy fan rushes over to ask for an autograph or makes even more outrageous demands?

Are they going to activate the "Emperor Engine" again to cover up their panic?

While he was struggling with his inner conflict, Han Sen had already quietly unleashed the "Power of Imagination".

An invisible and intangible yet real mental force field emanated from him.

Like a gentle yet absolute barrier, it shuts out all searching and fervent gazes.

Those pretty girls who were originally itching to make a move suddenly felt their impulse subside.

It seemed extremely impolite to approach and disturb them, so they only dared to discuss it quietly from a distance, secretly excited.

Of course, even if their willpower is strong enough to break through the barriers in their minds.

They will also be completely blocked by the force field at the physical level, and cannot even get within three meters.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I switched careers to work in security..."

"I estimate that he'll reach the top of the industry in less than three days and become a guest of honor for all the world's richest people and political figures, right?"

Having quietly averted the unfavorable situation of potentially becoming a ruthless pile driver, Han Sen muttered to himself.

"Ah, Han Senjun, what did you just say?"

"Ah, nothing."

Han Sen casually replied, while King genuinely didn't hear him clearly.

His attention was completely drawn to the items piling up in his shopping cart, and his lips twitched slightly involuntarily.

"Um... Han Senjun, do we really... really need to buy so much stuff?"

King looked at the scene before him and felt his understanding of the world being challenged.

At first, he was in charge of the shopping cart, and according to the scale of a normal three-person hot pot dinner, he took some vegetables, tofu, mushrooms and two boxes of ordinary beef rolls.

However, things completely changed after Hansen took over the shopping cart.

"King, how can you have hot pot without top-quality meat?"

Han Sen passed by the high-end meat section, not even bothering to look at the price tags, and simply swept all the boxes labeled "A5 grade Wagyu beef" in the freezer into his shopping cart, just like grabbing cabbages.

The pink flesh was covered with beautiful, marble-like fat, which made King's eyes twitch.

Despite having the high salary of an S-class hero and the occasional, inexplicably high hero event allowances, he is never short of money.

But I don't have the appetite to eat like that!

"If we're drinking, this will liven things up." Passing by the beverage section, Han Sen casually picked up two beautifully packaged bottles of sake. King glanced at the price tags and felt that he didn't usually indulge in such luxuries.

"Seafood is also essential; I think everyone would enjoy it, right?"

As he spoke, Han Sen pushed the cart to the seafood section and pointed to the large lobsters and king crabs on the refrigerated display stand: "Wrap these up, and these too."

Looking at Han Sen's unbelievably handsome face and his outrageously extravagant demeanor, the waiter became so excited that his hands and feet moved with surprising speed.

King was completely numb. He stared at the mountain of high-end ingredients piled up in his shopping cart, enough to last him half a month, and his mind went blank.

—This isn't a hot pot dinner; it's like they're going to a five-star hotel's kitchen to buy supplies!

There are only three of us! Just three people! Even if we invited the "Pig God" (a deity associated with pigs), we still couldn't finish all this food!

(The Pig God, who is currently eating: My appetite isn't that small.)

"This is nothing."

Han Sen seemed to see through King's shock, calmly shook his head, and then casually swept all the large family-sized frozen shrimp packages of more than a dozen different flavors from the shelf into the car, piling them up precariously.

"King, remember this: never underestimate hot pot. Since ancient times, the essence of a hot pot gathering has been a war without gunpowder."

Pushing a fully loaded shopping cart, Han Sen solemnly gave King a pre-battle pep talk.

"Since it's war, then naturally, supplies must precede troops! Ammunition... oh no, food reserves must be plentiful!"

King opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Having undergone forced training before, he knew that Han Sen's appetite was far greater than that of an ordinary person, after all, he was such a powerful hero.

But this hotpot theory... is just too outrageous!

Han Sen gave King, who was still somewhat confused, a deep look in his eyes, filled with the pity and advice of someone who had been through it all.

—Poor King, you're still too young! Today's hot pot party might not be as simple as you think!

—This is no ordinary dinner party; strictly speaking, this is the first gathering of our "Hot Pot Group"!

—In this organization, without a certain level of strength, you might not even get a sip of soup, and you might even faint from hunger on the spot!

Z City, the no-man's-land, Saitama's apartment.

When Han Sen arrived with King, King's worldview had already been refreshed several times.

One second they were checking out at a supermarket in City A, and the next they were being grabbed by the collar by Han Sen, with the howling wind distorting their vision and the scenery before them turning into shimmering, colorful lines.

When his feet touched solid ground again, he was standing in front of the entrance of an ordinary apartment building.

The surrounding streets were deserted, and the occasional cawing of crows in the distance only added to the deathly silence, sending chills down one's spine.

—So you actually live in the legendary no-man's-land of Z City...?

Following Han Sen upstairs, King became increasingly curious about his new friend Saitama.

King looked at the clock on the wall; from the moment they started shopping at the supermarket until now, the entire time had been less than half an hour.

But Saitama had already returned!

He not only bought back the discounted snowflake beef from the supermarket in City S, but also changed his iconic hero uniform into a casual home shorts and T-shirt with a tacky supermarket-style pattern.

In other words, during the short time they were shopping, this bald man completed a one-way trip of 1,000 kilometers, plus queuing in crowds to buy things and returning to the no-man's-land of Z City...

—Wow...what a fast man!

Chapter 171 Hot Pot (Part 2)

Unbeknownst to King, Saitama even took the time to thoroughly clean the entire apartment.

In the center of the spotless table, a simple induction cooker and a clean pot are ready to go, exuding an aura of thorough preparation.

King decided to give up thinking.

After all, how could a normal person be friends with a monster like Han Sen?

When Hansen and King carried the mountain of groceries into the apartment, Saitama's eyes widened instantly.

"Wow! Hansen! Did you empty the entire supermarket?"

He looked at the beautifully packaged Wagyu beef, the menacing king crab, and all sorts of expensive ingredients he had only ever seen on television, and took a deep breath.

He swallowed back all the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

Han Sen smiled and said, "With so many people, we definitely need to prepare plenty of ingredients."

“That’s true.” Saitama nodded in agreement, then casually placed his several boxes of discounted beef among the food. “These are the discounted beef I managed to snag. They were the last few boxes on sale today. Luckily, I ran fast, or the old lady in front of me would have taken them all!”

"Well done, Saitama."

Han Sen nodded approvingly, then casually tore open a box of A5 Wagyu beef: "Perfect, let's start with your discounted meat to whet our appetites before the main course."

King: "..."

—What the hell is this appetizer?! Putting these two kinds of beef together is practically public execution!

However, neither Hansen nor Saitama paid any attention to these minor details.

The next moment, King suddenly realized something.

No wonder these two men can get along and become friends.

From a certain perspective...

They are all the same kind of people.

The hot pot quickly began to boil, and Saitama's light broth, carefully simmered with kelp and radish, was instantly elevated after Han Sen tossed in a packet of what looked like an expensive "secret rich broth."

An indescribable, domineering, and rich complex aroma, mixed with the umami of various ingredients, instantly filled the small apartment, making every pore of your body open up.

"I'm gonna start now!"

The three said in unison.

As a guest, King very reservedly picked up his chopsticks.

He decided to start with the safest target: a piece of tofu that was quietly absorbing the essence of the broth in the corner, plump and trembling with flavor.

However, just as his chopsticks were halfway through the air, something unexpected happened!

Two afterimages, too fast for the naked eye to catch, like two black lightning bolts that appeared out of nowhere, swept precisely across the boiling pot with completely different yet converging trajectories.

The two pairs of chopsticks even made a slight "crackling" sound due to the friction between them and the air as they moved so fast in mid-air!

A powerful gust of air suddenly exploded outwards from the hot pot, instantly messing up King's meticulously styled golden slicked-back hair, making him feel as if he were in the eye of a typhoon.

When he finally calmed down and came to his senses...

The first batch of discounted marbled beef that was put into the pot, which was full of high hopes, has disappeared without a trace!

Not to mention slices of meat, there wasn't even a single shred of meat left.

At the other two ends of the table, Han Sen and Saitama had bulging cheeks and were swallowing at an astonishing speed that exceeded the limits of human chewing, their faces beaming with satisfaction.

Then, without prior arrangement, the two of them reached out and each grabbed a plate of top-grade Wagyu beef, and poured it all into the boiling pot without a second thought.

King: "..."

He froze on the spot, his hand still in that awkward position as he reached for the tofu.

I felt like I wasn't sitting at a dining table, but had stumbled into a duel arena where only the strong were worthy of eating.

Is this...is this hot pot?

This is clearly a showdown that revolves around a pot with a diameter of 30 centimeters, a showdown that transcends the limits of human dynamic vision and involves the level of causality!

Oh no, it's a high-level game!

He took a deep breath, and his expression turned serious.

— Surely I won't be left without even a piece of meat?

King's defiant eyes were fixed on the slices of top-grade Wagyu beef in the pot, which were turning from a beautiful pink to an enticing brown.

With lightning speed, he reached his chopsticks into the pot, aiming for the fattest piece of meat.

However, King overestimated himself.

No matter how hard he tries, there are always two pairs of chopsticks that can overtake him in an unreasonable way!

He abducted his target at the last moment before he was about to succeed.

Ten minutes passed.

The empty plates in front of Han Sen and Saitama had been stacked high, while King's bowl still contained only a lonely bowl of white rice.

Yes, it's even a bit cold from being left out for so long.

King: "..."

His stomach was growling with hunger, and he never knew before how much effort it would take to snag a hot pot meal...

This is much more than the amount of exercise you get from daily training!

King was sweating profusely, and could only watch helplessly as the sliced ​​meat, shrimp, and meatballs in the pot existed in an incomprehensible quantum state—they immediately entered a superposition of three states: raw, cooked, and eaten, after being put into the pot.