City Z had always been a city with a high number of strange people.
The area Saitama was in was even more dangerous. It could be called a gathering place for monsters, and it had almost become a forbidden area for humans.
However, it was too dangerous. There was almost no one living in the surroundings, resulting in the housing prices being frighteningly low. Even the landlord did not dare to collect rent.
White Feather, who did not find any strange people along the way, had already arrived. He parked his bicycle with its tires about to burn and carried the ingredients to Saitama's house.
He had just knocked on the door when it opened automatically.
Bai Yu remembered that the lock was broken a month ago.
It seemed that the poor Saitama did not even have the spare money to change the lock. After all, he had been unemployed for more than half a year.
Fortunately, there was nothing in his house that was worth the thief's attention, and no thief would dare to come to such a place.
"Saitama, I'm coming in."
Since the door was open, Bai Yu walked in.
Soon, he saw Saitama standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
Saitama's face was extremely calm, or rather, a little dull. She was holding a comb and trying her best to comb herself into the appearance of a middle-aged man.
Saitama's hair on the front and top was almost bald, and the hair on both sides was not very long.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cover the top of his head with his hair.
"Sigh... Saitama, it looks like your hair is falling out more and more.”
White Feather sighed deeply. He knew that Saitama was in a period where she could become stronger even if she was bald.
However, as a young man, losing hair was indeed a very vexing thing.
"Ah... Bai Yu, when did you come in?”
Saitama was slightly surprised, but she quickly regained her dazed expression."I saw on TV that washing your hair with ginger water will promote hair growth, but it doesn't seem to work on me. My hair keeps falling out.”
Seeing that she really couldn't comb her hair to her satisfaction, Saitama had no choice but to put down the comb and walk out of the bathroom.
"You were too focused on your hairstyle, so you didn't notice me. Ginger water could indeed help hair grow, but it required the pores to still be alive.”
"Pore? I see. Then can I trouble you to help me check if my pores are still alive?”
"Alright, alright, alright. I'll put down these ingredients first.”
Saitama sat on the floor and tried her best to stretch her neck so that her head was in front of White Feather.
Bai Yu stared at the bald spot and shook his head.
"The pores on your head are all blocked. It's useless even if you soak your head in ginger water all day long, let alone washing your hair with ginger water.”
"Ah... That's impossible. Take a closer look.”
"Trust my judgment. You will only be bald for the rest of your life.”
Bai Yu's words made Saitama's head tilt to the side, as if a little ghost had escaped from his mouth.
Death!
Alright, Saitama wouldn't die so easily.
However, his originally dull face had become a little sad. It was obvious how sad he was.
"Why don't you consider getting a hair transplant?"
White Feather suggested when he saw Saitama's negative expression.
"Will it succeed?"
"With the current medical standards, it should be possible. It's just a little expensive.”
"How much do you need?"
"I think we should prepare at least a few hundred thousand, maybe a million.”
Hearing this number, Saitama died again.
For him, who was currently unemployed, to take out so much money was simply a fantasy.
"Why don't you buy a wig? Or maybe he should just shave his head? If she shaved her hair, she could save money on washing her hair. She could just wipe her hair when she washed her face.”
Bai Yu suggested again.
"It sounds like a good suggestion, but there doesn't seem to be any difference between shaving your head and being bald.”
"There's a big difference. When the time comes, you can say that being bald is a hairstyle that you specially cut.”
"That makes sense. Can you lend me some money for a haircut?”
"Yes... Looking at the speed at which your hair is falling out, I reckon that it won't be long before all of it falls out. You don't have to go for a haircut, right? Anyway, you'll all be bald by then. If you say that you cut it, others should believe it.”
"That makes sense. Then I won't cut it.”
Saitama agreed with White Feather's strange logic.
At this moment, he noticed the ingredients that White Feather had brought over."What are we eating today?"
Bai Yu sighed helplessly." Didn't we say we'd have hotpot together? Have you forgotten?" I went to take the pot out. However, this is a chili oil hotpot. It's a little spicy. I don't know if you can stand it.”
"I'm not picky."
Saitama quickly took out the pot and placed it on a very small dining table.
Bai Yu then took out the hotpot base and poured water into the pot.
It didn't take long for the chili oil hotpot to be ready. All he had to do was put in the ingredients.
"Alright, let's eat."
Bai Yu was the first to put the mutton roll into the pot.
"Yes."
Saitama nodded. She looked at the completely red bottom of the pot and swallowed.
This hotpot didn't seem to be as simple as what Bai Yu had said. It was just a little spicy.
Saitama was indeed hungry when she saw White Feather eating with relish, so she could only bite the bullet.
So, he imitated Bai Yu and placed the mutton roll into the pot.
After the mutton roll was cooked, he placed it into his mouth.
Saitama's first impression was that it was spicy, but it was also very fragrant.
The spiciness was barely bearable.
Saitama couldn't help but reveal a happy expression.
The two of them took one bite after another. The chili oil hotpot was the type that became more fragrant and spicy the more they ate.
Gradually, without turning on the air conditioner, smoke started to rise from Saitama's head. Her hair fell off one by one and floated in the air.
White Feather was also very impressed by the hotpot.
However, he still took a hat and put it on Saitama's head to prevent his hair from falling into the hotpot.
"Oh right, Saitama, should we have a competition? Who eats less and who does the dishes?”
"Sure,"
Feeling bored, White Feather suggested.
Saitama agreed immediately.
When there were only half of the ingredients left on the table.
Saitama collapsed on the table. She could not stand the spiciness anymore. Not only was her mouth red, but her entire body was smoking as if she was being cooked.
Saitama died again and again.
"You're too weak. You can't do it just like that?”
White Feather asked as he continued to eat slowly.
Saitama raised her hand with difficulty and waved.
He said in a painful tone,"I can't do it anymore. I admit defeat!"”
Bai Yu shook his head." Seriously, don't force yourself if you can't eat it. Remember to clean up and wash the dishes later."”
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At this moment, the rich second-generation heir who had just driven his sports car arrived at a restaurant.
There were many people waiting for him inside.
When they saw him coming over, they all greeted him.
"Why did you come so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time.”
"By the way, where's your girlfriend? Why didn't you bring her over today?”
Hearing this, the rich second-generation heir sighed deeply.
"What urban legend could scare your girlfriend like that?”
"The God of Death who walks in the human world!"
As soon as the rich second-generation heir finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his close friends had all fled more than ten meters away.
The group of people were huddled in the corner of the restaurant, shivering.
Even the guests at the side ran far away in an instant. Some even broke out of the window.
The exaggerated scene made the rich second-generation heir dumbfounded.
"What's wrong?"
The second generation heir had just taken a step forward.
His friends raised their hands in unison and shouted to stop him from approaching.
"Don't come over. It's best if you stay as far away from us as possible!”
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