A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

“Nick, his name is Nick, I know him, he’s a nice guy.”

"Yes, he also has a sister who runs a drive-in restaurant. Anyone who drives there in a taxi can enjoy a free cod burger lunch."

"My God, I still can't believe that God would let such a terrible thing happen to Him!"

Taxi drivers who knew the deceased recounted what they knew, and the atmosphere at the scene was one of deep sorrow.

"Hey guys, tears won't solve anything. I think we have to do something for him!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Butcher, dressed in a black robe, shouted loudly and used his strong arms to squeeze into the middle of the crowd, quickly reaching the taxi driver at the innermost part.

The taxi drivers who were also pushed behind him were completely dumbfounded.

No, who are you?

Before the taxi drivers could even question it, they heard the hairy, strong man speak in a highly infectious manner.

"Oh my God! Please forgive my outburst, this is practically murder!"

"I can hardly imagine how heartbroken his family must have been when they saw this. What was his name again?"

The taxi driver, who was being questioned by Butcher, was startled when he met Butcher's fierce gaze.

Sun Su immediately replied, trembling, "Nick Ruhr, sir, that's his name."

“Nick! He was our brother, an ordinary man just like us. He worked as enthusiastically as ever, but returned to the Lord’s embrace in a disgraceful way in front of everyone.”

"It shouldn't be like this... his ending shouldn't be like this!"

Butcher's deep and magnetic voice, coupled with his mature appearance and the scar near his eye, made his already inflammatory words even more likely to attract attention.

Yes! He's right.

"Our brother is dead, but he cannot just die in vain!"

"Find the murderer! We need justice!"

The Black community, who had initially been observing, quickly began to echo the sentiments. At that moment, regardless of whether they knew the deceased or not, skin color became the strongest bond, enough to make those young people, who were not very bright but were sensitive, stand up and speak out for the deceased.

"Yes! Justice! You're right!"

Butcher pointed to one of the little black dogs that responded to him, his eyes full of encouragement.

With the help of this group of free shills, he gained absolute control of the narrative with almost no effort.

From then on, whatever he said was right. People wouldn't think about whether there was a problem with what he said; they would just blindly follow the crowd, which was exactly the result he wanted!

"Someone must be held accountable for this, no matter who that person is. Even a superhero cannot disregard the law and arbitrarily kill an innocent person!"

"It's obvious that the glass that killed him came from the Tower of Seven. We need to get an explanation!"

"I think a true superhero would never cover up a criminal, but we need an explanation!"

"He's right! We need an explanation!"

"Yes! The righteous 'Homelanders' will help us find the culprits. We need an explanation!"

"We need an explanation!"

"We need an explanation!" ×N

As Butcher raised his arm and shouted with great enthusiasm, his high spirits resonated with a large audience, and the virus quickly spread from person to person.

At that moment, most of the Black people present and the taxi drivers became repeating machines, leading more people to loudly repeat this catchy slogan.

Driven by their perceived sense of justice, they raised the banner of righteousness and strode toward the gates of the nearby Water Group.

Only a small portion of them were hotheads incited by Butcher; the rest were either just looking for trouble, wanted to get into the Tower of Seven for free, or were holding up their phones to take pictures and post them on social media to gain traffic.

Regardless of their initial intentions, the crowd grew larger and larger, forming a mighty torrent, and the sound of their footsteps gradually became deafening.

Butcher, who caused this scene, only took two symbolic steps before turning around without hesitation and disappearing into the crowd.

The sinister smile on his lips as he left was exactly like that of a schemer who had successfully made his way out of trouble.

Upon seeing this, Qiao Sen couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

"This guy is really a talent."

After saying that, he activated his ability and disappeared from the spot.

However, the duty manager on the first floor of the Water Group, who realized something was wrong, could no longer laugh.

The middle-aged, balding manager, sweating profusely, searched for his security captain, shouting, "Chris, close the door! Don't let those rioters break in!!"

"Yes, Sir! I'm working on it!"

"It's security captain Chris, who's running like crazy, is responding loudly!"

Driven by his job responsibilities, he sensed the danger of the situation even faster than the duty manager.

Chapter 117 Trading

Almost at the same time the crowd began to riot, security captain Chris had already started running.

His thick muscles did not affect his speed; on the contrary, they gave him considerable explosive power, making him look like a cheetah hunting its prey.

Chris rushed to a load-bearing column, slid over, and struck the emergency shutdown device of the safety system located at the base.

With a loud "boom," the tons of alloy safety doors were slowly lowered by electric power.

The angry crowd ultimately failed to rush into the seven-person tower before the safety gates closed. The supervisor on duty breathed a sigh of relief, but then thought of the impending media storm and felt a headache coming on.

“Manager Ashley? Yes, I have something important to report to you…”

……

Butcher walked down the streets of Manhattan, feeling quite relaxed.

With just a few words, he had caused a major setback for those superhuman bastards and the Vought Corporation behind them. How could he not be in a good mood?

"Mr. Butcher, you seem to be in a good mood. Would you like to have a chat?"

As he turned a corner, Butcher stopped in his tracks because of a young man reading a newspaper behind him.

If someone can immediately identify me, then they're obviously after me.

Could it be that the Wotech Group discovered what just happened?

Impossible. If those maggots in the cesspool were that efficient, their own corpses would have been rotting long ago.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, turned around with a cold face, and then realized that even with his height, he seemed to need to look up to look directly at the young man's face.

Young and strong, with an Asian face and very good looks, he seemed to have received formal training and possessed a maturity beyond his years.

This kid is definitely a tough character.

Butcher immediately formed several labels in his mind, but he remained unfazed. He raised an eyebrow and walked towards Johnson with a roguish and disdainful smile.

"Hey kid, I don't know where you got my name from, but daring to come here alone, I think you've misplaced your courage..."

"I'm not someone to be trifled with!!"

A powerful, heavy hook punch was caught by a warm, broad hand. Butcher's expression changed slightly as he tried to pull his right fist back from being held.

His eyes, however, grew even more ferocious, like those of the enraged lone wolf: "Superpowered bastard?"

"Watch your words."

Do you think everyone you can't beat is a superhuman?

Johnson tightened his grip on Butcher's fist with his left hand, causing Butcher's expression to change again, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Looks like I hit the nail on the head..." Butcher, though pale with pain, continued his taunts with unwavering stubbornness, "Don't think that having superpowers means you can easily defeat Dad. Back in the day, Dad... ugh ugh ugh?"

“This is the second time I’m reminding you,” Johnson said irritably, releasing the old rogue’s hand and wiping it on his jacket with disgust. “If you don’t speak properly, you can say goodbye to your teeth.”

"Do you understand?"

"Uuuuuuu..."

Butcher, whose mouth was sealed by the force field, tried several times but still could not make a sound, or even open his mouth.

Hearing Johnson's words, he finally nodded, panting.

Its strength and speed far exceed those of ordinary people, and it also possesses telekinetic superpowers.

This guy's superpowers are too strong; I can't beat him at all, I can only...

"The only option is to find a chance to escape."

—The only option is to find a chance to escape!

Johnson's voice and Butcher's thoughts rang out almost simultaneously. His pupils contracted, and his face turned completely grim.

Buchert, this guy also has mind-reading abilities!

Well, this is a complete disaster.

"Alright, stop pretending to test me in my mind. I have no interest in the inner monologues of a jerk."

Johnson still looked disgusted, and as he turned around, he waved to signal Butcher to follow.

The latter's lips twitched. He glanced around and, seeing no one nearby, finally steeled his resolve and quickly followed.

"Kid, what exactly do you want?"