A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

The Black CEO suddenly stood up, making a noise that woke up his overworked secretary.

"Who killed him?"

"Sorry, we haven't found many useful clues yet..."

"Then just say what's useful."

"Here's the thing, we received a report that 'Rubber Man' Izkiel died under very strange circumstances at the Superhuman Club."

"But strangely, everyone at the scene seemed to have amnesia; no one knew who killed him."

Chapter 122 Unexpected Recruitment

During the phone call, the security manager tried to keep the explanation brief.

“We checked the surveillance footage there and found that the surveillance video server had also been compromised beforehand.”

"Then the technical department told us that the 'locomotive' signal had also been there before it stopped moving."

"We felt something was amiss, so we rushed to the abandoned warehouse to check, only to find the body of a locomotive."

After listening, Edgar was silent for a while: "Have Madeline have someone prepare the obituary, and also recruit new members. If we don't recruit new people soon, the group of seven will become a group of five."

"Please rest assured, the Human Resources and Relations Department has coordinated to expedite the process."

"They have already sent representatives to Iowa to contact 'Starlight,' who ranked first in the preliminary rounds."

"Also..."

"We've made some progress on the person you asked us to find."

Edgar rubbed his temples. After so long, he finally heard some good news today.

Maybe?

"Remember, you can give him anything he wants."

"Yes, boss."

After saying that, he stroked his awakened secretary with one hand and decisively hung up the phone.

……

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang twice, and Johnson, with a towel wrapped around his waist, walked out of the bathroom.

The X-ray vision was activated, and two impeccably dressed men in black suits stood outside the door.

"I don't remember ordering room service."

Johnson opened the door, his gaze scrutinizing him.

The room's lights were mostly blocked by a burly figure, and the pair of captivating blue eyes and the towering, angular muscles in the shadows were visually striking.

A suffocating feeling, like having a gun pointed at their foreheads, enveloped them. The two men in black suits forced a smile, barely suppressing their tension.

"Good morning, Mr. Joestar! We are talent scouts from the Vought Corporation. You can call me Steve, and this is my partner, Douglas."

"I apologize for coming uninvited so early in the morning. Our technical department has noticed your exceptional talent, which is why we took the liberty of visiting you..."

"Would you like to join the group of seven?"

It seems that no matter which world you're in, the way hero organizations invite people to their homes always follows the same pattern.

"You're pretty quick."

Qiao Sen looked the two of them up and down, which made them instinctively tense up and break out in a cold sweat.

Then he turned around and walked inside without a care in the world.

"Come in and talk."

I just beat up Ah Zu yesterday. Given his personality, it would be good enough if he didn't come to seek revenge. How could he possibly invite me to join the group of seven?

That means someone else instructed them.

That's where things get interesting.

Incidentally, Jonathan Joestar was the pseudonym that Jonathan had Butcher use to register in the hotel lobby.

Anyway, no other members of the Qiao family are coming here, so it's not a big deal to borrow Da Qiao's name for a while.

Glug... x2

The two men in black suits exchanged a glance and whispered among themselves when they saw the tall, muscular figure with a broad back and a narrow waist.

"If this gentleman were to act in a movie, his female fans would go crazy with joy."

"I think it's not just female fans, male fans will probably go crazy too."

The two talked amongst themselves as they took shoe covers out of their bags, put them on their leather shoes, and carefully entered the room.

The only intelligence indicated that the man before them was a top-tier superhuman capable of taking on Homelander single-handedly.

This alone is enough to make them keep their attention at full speed the whole time.

"Tell me, gentlemen, what are the benefits of joining the Group of Seven?"

Johnson sat down on the sofa with an air of superiority, displaying the arrogance typical of superhumans.

Sure enough, the two men in black suits were very receptive to this, and they naturally took out the documents they carried with them and began to introduce the benefits and treatment that the Water Group offered to the seven-person team.

"...A paid vacation once a year, lasting a month, is a traditional perk for superheroes, and you'll absolutely love it."

"Furthermore, the seven members will be entitled to the full share of the Water Group's annual dividends. The specific share will be determined after you sign the contract."

Qiao Sen glanced at the materials one of the people handed him, then impatiently tossed them onto the coffee table.

"No makeup, no movies, no interviews, no promotional activities of any kind, and I decide when to go out."

"These conditions aren't unreasonable, are they?"

The two men in black suits looked at each other, but when they recalled their supervisor's instructions before they left, they nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"Of course, we all know that superheroes are a game of capital, and powerful people like you have the right to participate in the rule-making process."

Qiao Sen couldn't help but glance at him again in surprise.

So easy to talk to?

When did the Wotech Group turn into a charitable organization?

"The operations manager had already given me the relevant authorization when I arrived."

"Once you choose to join, you will be directly responsible to the president and will not be bound by anyone else."

"We can add all the terms you mentioned directly to the contract without affecting any of your other rights."

Johnson crossed his right leg over his left and stroked his chin: "So, what's the price?"

"President Edgar hopes to gain your personal friendship. If any unexpected situations arise, he hopes you will consider prioritizing your side."

It turned out to be the case.

It was clear that the man in the black suit was very careful with his words and adopted a humble attitude during the negotiations.

This isn't recruiting superheroes; it's clearly the boss hiring a super bodyguard for himself.

"Okay, then it's a deal."

Having established the basic intentions and signed the contract, the two men in black suits breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't expected the mission to be so much simpler than they had anticipated.

"Congratulations, Mr. Joestar! From today onwards, you are a new member of the Super Seven!"

"You should congratulate Mr. Edgar; from now on, his life will be absolutely guaranteed."

The man in the black suit smiled awkwardly but politely: "You're right, the president is also very pleased with your joining us."

"Next, there are just a few minor issues. We need you to provide some basic personal information and your bank card number. The sooner we enter this information into the group's system, the sooner your benefits will be credited to your account."

“Oh, this,” Johnson got up and rummaged through the table, quickly finding a brand new driver’s license. He tossed it onto the coffee table in front of the two of them. “This is my driver’s license that I just got. Please fill in the rest based on the information on it.”

The two men in black suits were dumbfounded. That was it?

Could your driver's license be any more fake?

It must have been rushed out and finished yesterday!

"Rest assured, Mr. Joestar, my partner, Mr. Douglas, is an elite talent in the group's legal department. He will handle everything for you. You just need to wait to collect the money!"

"That will be very helpful. Hope we can work together successfully?"

"Of course, happy cooperation!"

Chapter 123 The Changing of the Guard

Brightman Records Store.

Hughie absentmindedly wiped the screen of the plasma TV until a news interview with Homelander switched on the screen, which finally caught his attention.

The man in the picture looks solemn, with a hint of just the right amount of grief in his eyes.