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When Saitama returned to the apartment, he found that Deadpool and Matt had fallen asleep on the sofa. Their tights were covered in blood. It seemed that the two did not avoid fighting with artificial creatures last night.

"I have to go to work with only a few hours of sleep again today..."

"I'm just dying of overwork."

Saitama walked sleepily to the dining table and pulled up a chair to sit down. He didn't care how dirty the sofa was with the blood stains on the two guys. He just lay on the table with his eyes closed and snored.

When the morning glow on the horizon dispersed and the dazzling sunlight woke Saitama up, he vaguely heard the sound of someone moving around frequently in the room.

"what……"

He raised his head and yawned, then looked at his phone. It was almost eight o'clock in the morning.

And in his hazy eyes, two figures suddenly stopped and turned their heads to Saitama. The atmosphere was very strange.

In Saitama's eyes, they were two brown-yellow human-shaped shadows. He thought he had seen it wrong. He reached out and rubbed his eyes again, but the two figures had disappeared.

There were several lines of wet red footprints hanging on the ground, extending to the intersection between the bathroom, dining room, and living room. The bloody footprints there were obviously tearing.

"who is it."

The enemy must be attacking, Saitama thought as he smelled the smell of blood in the air.

At this moment, fully awake, he glanced at his and Parker's apartment and felt that the whole world had collapsed.

As far as the field of vision can be seen, there are blood-red stains.

Saitama looked at the bloody fingerprints on the TV. If he hadn't opened the door to this apartment with the key that Parker gave him in the morning, he might not have believed that this was his apartment.

"By the way..."

"Those two on the sofa..."

Deadpool and Matt on the couch also disappeared!

Also disappearing with it is the cotton cover of the sofa!

Now Saitama has a new assessment of the attacker. Not only does he like to make other people's homes look like debt collection scenes, he also likes to eat perverted tights and pure cotton fabrics.

"The taste is so special..."

"I'd better continue to sleep..."

"This must be a dream..."

Saitama praised the other person sincerely, and then fell asleep at the dining table.

Instead of enduring the pain of sleep deprivation and cleaning the apartment, he would rather deceive himself that this was just a nightmare and that he would get better after some sleep.

When Saitama was immersed in his dream for about ten minutes, two naked men quietly walked out of the bathroom.

It was Deadpool and Matt. They were holding a thick severed tail in their hands. They didn't know where it came from and how long its owner had been dead. Warm blood was constantly pouring out.

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