In the uninhabited area of Z-City, inside that unassuming apartment building, a silent war was currently unfolding.
Everyone's movements paused at this moment.
Bang Gu was about to pick up his favorite tofu, his chopsticks suspended in mid-air, his face still bearing a satisfied expression after tasting the wagyu beef.
Bomb had just taken a sip of delicious soup, and upon hearing this roar, he almost choked.
Fubuki, feeling a bit guilty, discreetly hid a small piece of tofu, which she had just managed to "snatch" with her psychic powers, into her bowl.
Dr. Kuseno, Genos's guardian, did not participate in this "plunder"; he merely leisurely tasted his vegetables.
But having witnessed the entire process of this gluttonous battle and the current tense atmosphere, he still rubbed his nose, his expression slightly awkward.
Lin Mo, one of the instigators, was the calmest person in the room.
He silently swallowed the wagyu beef in his mouth, his face still maintaining that indifferent expression.
It was as if the person who had precisely "intercepted" in the midst of flying chopsticks just now wasn't him.
Everyone's gaze converged on the bald man whose temple veins were throbbing and whose face was filled with indignation.
"You guys…"
Saitama extended a slightly trembling finger, pointing at the few remaining slices of beef in the pot, then scanned the "culprits" around the dining table, his voice full of grievance.
"This is too much! This was a double portion of wagyu beef! Double! And I… I only ate a total of three slices! Three slices!"
His indignant accusation echoed in the small apartment.
Bang Gu, hearing this, coughed twice and said, a little embarrassed:
"Ahem, Saitama-kun, this… well, with delicious food right in front of us, it's hard to control oneself, it's hard to control oneself."
"My chopsticks, they have a mind of their own."
"That's right."
Bomb also chimed in, "As the saying goes, 'speed is paramount in warfare,' and the art of picking dishes is no different. One must be steady, accurate, and decisive, for the opportunity is fleeting."
The two masters solemnly elevated the act of snatching meat to the height of martial arts philosophy, making Fubuki secretly click her tongue in amazement.
Only Lin Mo, mercilessly delivered the most fatal blow to Saitama's fragile heart.
"Slow hands get nothing, Saitama-kun," he said calmly.
"…"
Slow… hands… get… nothing?
These words, like a sharp knife, precisely pierced Saitama's already tattered heart.
What an utter humiliation!
The degree of humiliation was second only to the last time KING dealt him a brutal twenty-seven consecutive losses in a fighting game with just two fingers!
"I… slow?"
Saitama's gaze changed.
Those dull, lifeless eyes, usually somewhat vacant, at this moment erupted with an unprecedented light.
The lazy aura around him vanished, replaced by a tangible sense of pressure!
Slowly, deliberately, he said, "I'll give you one more chance."
As he spoke, he carefully placed the last few and most exquisite slices of marbled wagyu beef remaining on the plate, one by one, into the boiling pot.
"These slices…"
His gaze swept over everyone present, his voice low and powerful, "Are mine."
The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.
Bang Gu and Bomb exchanged glances, both seeing a hint of excited fighting spirit in the other's eyes.
They could feel it, Saitama… was serious!
Genos immediately activated recording mode, muttering to himself:
"Teacher… is Teacher about to display his true 'chopstick' technique?! I must record it completely!"
Fubuki nervously gripped her chopsticks; she felt as if she were in an internal simulation battle among S-Class Heroes, and even her breathing became cautious.
Lin Mo still maintained his calm expression, but the hand holding his chopsticks quietly adjusted to a posture more conducive to exerting force.
In the pot, the broth simmered, and the aroma wafted.
Those few slices of wagyu beef, carrying Saitama's last hope, slowly unfurled in the hot soup, their color changing from vibrant red to an enticing pinkish-white.
Now!
The instant the meat slices reached perfect doneness—
The four top-tier existences at the dining table moved simultaneously!
Bang Gu's chopsticks moved like flowing water, arriving later but reaching first, carrying a "deflecting" force, aiming directly at one of the beef slices.
At the same time, the tip of his chopsticks trembled slightly, ready to deflect any opponent attempting to approach.
Bomb's chopsticks, on the other hand, were powerful and domineering, like a whirlwind slash, targeting another slice of beef, the force of his chopsticks even creating small air currents!
Lin Mo's chopsticks were even more cunning.
He didn't try to snatch, but instead, from an incredibly tricky angle, he anticipated and blocked the retreat paths of Bang Gu and Bomb after they would have gotten their hands on the meat, preparing for a "mid-air interception"!
Inside Genos's arm, miniature thrusters instantly activated, his chopsticks transforming into a silver flash, piercing towards the third slice of beef along the theoretically shortest path!
The movements of the four were as fast as lightning, turning the small hot pot into the most dangerous battlefield in the world!
However, they were fast.
There was one person who was faster than all of them! So fast that it surpassed their understanding of the concept of "fast"!
"Killer Move: Serious Series—"
A calm voice emerged from Saitama's mouth.
"Serious Chopsticking."
The next second, an uncatchable white flash streaked across the hot pot!
"Whoosh—!"
That white light seemed to transcend time and space.
With absolute speed, it precisely picked up all five of the last wagyu beef slices from the pot, just an instant before the chopsticks of Bang Gu, Bomb, Genos, and KING were about to reach their targets.
By the time everyone's brains reacted, the battle was already over.
Bang Gu's chopsticks grabbed nothing; the "deflecting" force had nowhere to be applied, making him look a bit awkward.
Bomb's chopsticks also missed, the powerful force almost causing him to stab the chopsticks into the table.
Genos's chopsticks also paused in mid-air, somewhat in disbelief.
Lin Mo's chopsticks, poised for "interception," also froze there, for there was no "interception" left to be made.
The pot was empty.
Everyone slowly turned their heads to look at the instigator.
Saitama, at some point, had already reverted to his lazy posture.
In his bowl, there were exactly five perfectly cooked, steaming hot slices of premium wagyu beef.
He didn't eat immediately; instead, he picked up a slice, blew on it, then slowly brought it to his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss.
"Mmm~ This is the taste."
As he savored the hard-won spoils of victory, he scanned the completely petrified people at the dining table with his eyes, which had returned to their lifeless state.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, revealing a faintly triumphant smile.
"…"
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.