One punch bald head in Marvel

The time spent in the workplace feels very long.

In just a few dozen minutes, the boss taught Saitama all the content of employee training, including his own self-introduction.

"My name is Juan, and I am the manager of this Pizza King. You may not be familiar with anything when you first come here."

"I heard that Parker kid said that you are temporarily living in his apartment. Brooklyn is not peaceful. If you encounter any danger, please come to me for help."

The muscular store manager showed his white teeth and said with great confidence. He was completely different from the miser who scolded Parker for taking in homeless people yesterday.

"Yes, I will definitely do it!"

Saitama quickly bowed at a 45° angle to show respect.

The store manager's pressure was so strong that his body became respectful unconsciously, as if he had returned to the state when he was still working hard in the workplace many years ago. At that time, he was afraid of being scolded by the team leader for everything he encountered, and he had to do all physical work by himself. I carry it just because I am the newbie in the whole company.

Even though it was just a small company that closed down the next year, even though my shiny head still had hair...

When he came back to his senses, Saitama was already sitting in front of the cashier and starting to settle accounts and collect payments for people coming and going.

Although those who dine in at the restaurant have waiters handle the checkout, most people who come to Pizza King choose to take out.

Taking out would involve some packaging and other tasks, which made Saitama miserable. Within a short while, his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hey Asians, have a bacon pizza and add some sausage."

"I heard that's a thing about you Asians, after all your skin is as yellow as those sausages."

A certain guy with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing an unknown fashion brand, and looking sunny and handsome, was pressing the cashier with one hand and said in a teasing tone.

"Um……?"

Saitama vaguely sensed the malice coming from the other party, but did not argue with him. He just packaged the previous customer's meal and handed it to the other party, then calmly returned to the cashier to serve the customer who perfectly matched the appearance requirements of a scumbag. Guy.

He struggled to copy bacon pizza from the price list onto a piece of paper. By the time he got to sage, the letters were distorted beyond recognition.

"Hey, let me tell you, you smuggled garbage, don't think you are safe in the United States. You can't even write English well. Why not go back to the place where you were born as soon as possible. Maybe you can find a scribe there. work."

The blond man's words became more and more mean. Some diners in the restaurant also noticed what happened at the cashier and looked at the racist with unfriendly eyes. One young man even couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to stand up. Rise up and put a stop to this.

"Your bacon pizza with salami may take a while, so please find a seat and wait."

Who knew that instead of being angry, Saitama smiled at the blond man in a friendly manner and guided him to the dining area to wait for his meal.

"Snapped!"

Seeing that Saitama was unmoved, the blond man slapped the cashier angrily.

"Did you hear that?"

"I told you, this smuggled yellow piece of trash, to go back!"

"Don't stay here!"

"I don't know which blind idiot took you in to work here. You should really thank him for having such a compassionate heart!"

The blond man suddenly leaned into the cashier, grabbed Saitama's collar with his right hand, and roared at Saitama, like a mad dog biting people without shame.

But Saitama's calm expression never changed, as if the guy in front of him was just a talking eggplant, and what he said was only innocuous to him.

"Yeah...he has to thank me for having such a compassionate heart."

Suddenly, the blond man felt a huge figure behind him blocking the light. The other person's deep voice came from the back of his head. The other person was at least a head taller than him, and the shadow with clear muscle lines completely covered him and Saitama. Go in.

"Store manager..."

Saitama noticed that the person who came was none other than Juan, the store manager of Pizza King. He left the workroom and came here again when he was not paying attention.

"Are you the one who gave this trash a way to survive?"

The blond man felt that his face had been damaged, so he stupidly changed the target of provocation to the store manager Juan.

Even though his legs were shaking when he turned around to face Juan's muscular body, it didn't affect his ability to talk the talk at all.

"I always thought that the people who come to eat my pizza are angels. I didn't expect that if there are so many angels, there will still be some flies that get in and want to taste the delicious food."

"Do you want to come to my store to cause trouble?"

"Ok?"

Juan did not answer the blond man's question. He lowered his head aggressively and looked at him closely, allowing the blond man to see the small self in Juan's eyes.

Feeling Juan's rough pressure, the blond man's legs trembled even more violently, and his brain became confused.

"Um……?"

"What should I ask you?"

"You'd better answer me quickly."

Juan pressed harder and harder, forcing the blond man's entire upper body to press against the cashier, unable to speak a word.

"Manager, his meal is ready."

At this time, a waiter was walking out of the workroom carrying a freshly baked pizza. The kitchen had just received Saitama's order and immediately started making pizza. Unexpectedly, when it was ready to be delivered, he saw the store manager. Physically threatening customers.

"It just so happens that our customer doesn't seem to need our pizza."

Juan grabbed the pizza and covered the other person's handsome face with force.

There was a sudden burst of applause and cheers in the restaurant, and the diners seemed to agree with the manager's actions.

"Okay, now you can go out and say that you just had the best pizza in the world because of racial discrimination."

Juan grabbed the blond man and threw him out of the Pizza King's store. When the man landed on the ground, his nose bones made a bright sound.

And when the blond man got up from the ground and planned to talk nonsense to Juan again, his face decorated with colorful sauces made everyone passing by laugh.

In less than a minute, the Pizza King store was filled with pedestrians, who stopped to take photos of the ridiculous clown and upload his photos to their Facebook and Twitter.

"Hahaha, look, this guy's photo got thirty likes just now."

A certain street-style girl stood in the crowd and shared with her friends.

"Ha, how funny. Look at his face, he looks like a monkey."

The girl’s friend also took the photo he just took and looked at it.

To the blond man, the laughter and chatter between the two was like nightmarish noise, and there were not just one or two people laughing at him, but dozens or hundreds of people, and all kinds of insulting words made him feel uncomfortable and almost suffocated.

"Damn it!"

The blond man ran away. He escaped from this nightmare, but he didn't know that there were still hundreds of pedestrians ahead who could laugh at his appearance.

"Thank you, store manager."

Still standing in the cashier, Saitama looked at the escaping blond man and thanked the store manager.

"You're welcome. I should have warned you that some assholes just like to discriminate against people based on their skin color."

"Although it did cause me some trouble, you see, our Pizza King entrance is surrounded by customers, isn't it?"

The store manager Juan waved his hand behind him, revealing the dense crowd of onlookers.

"Our customers have just finished reading the joke and laughed enough. Now they need to replenish their energy, right?"

"Come on and work, young man."

The store manager Juan patted Saitama on the shoulder, returned to his workshop, and continued to work hard on making the most delicious pizza to present to his customers.