What's it like to be stronger than Saitama?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stood by and watched his subordinates die in agony.

Yang Xi put the Fear Mask's power bead back into the Masked Fighter's body and activated it.

Then his main body sat on the sofa, since the bed... wasn't very clean right now.

"Return to the base immediately, and once you see the Priest of Light, notify me to descend upon you."

"Yes, Master."

The masked fighter knelt respectfully on one knee in front of Yang Xi, picked up his mask with his right hand, put it on, and took out his combat suit from the wardrobe to cover his muscular body.

The two forces of fear had lost their effectiveness, and his body had returned to its original state.

……

Half an hour later, Yang Xi received a message from the masked fighter on his communicator.

Yang Xi exhaled and activated his puppet control ability, descending onto the body of the masked fighter.

The scene shifts, and the place where the masked fighters are located can only be described as magnificent and opulent. Even the grandeur of an ancient royal family could not be more extravagant than this.

Everywhere gold could be used was covered in gold leaf: the sofa, coffee table, wine glasses, and even the napkins were gold.

The priest of light, seated in the main seat, wore a long white robe embroidered with gold. Two scantily clad, slender girls knelt on either side of him, one holding a wine cup for him and the other peeling grapes for him.

Below the Priestess of Light are three smaller chairs, each engraved with a pattern: waves on the far left, roses in the middle, and mountains on the far right.

The man sitting on the left is a middle-aged man in a dark green military uniform, who appears to be of Aryan descent.

The woman in the middle is of mixed Black and African descent. Apart from her skin color, she has no other Black features, except for her high-bridged nose, thin lips adorned with pink lip gloss, and almond-shaped eyes, all of which exude a fatal allure.

This is the most beautiful Black woman Yang Xi has ever seen, bar none; even the term "black pearl" cannot describe her beauty.

On the far right is an old man with a white beard, wearing an earth-yellow mage's robe. His face is covered with wrinkles, so much so that you can't even see his eyes.

These three should be the three B-rank subordinates of the Priest of Light: Deep Sea Soul, Bloodthirsty Rose, and Earth Mage.

This is the highest-level conference room in the organization. The masked fighter told Yang Xi that his excuse for entering here was to discuss a group of girls with the Deep Sea Soul.

This was originally the Masked Fighter's mission for the next two days, so Deep Sea Soul was not surprised. He simply gestured for him to wait a moment, as the organization seemed to be facing a problem, which had brought several of the Saints' bigwigs together in the conference room.

Bloodthirsty Rose said, "The Sealed Sword of the Round Table seems to be looking for trouble with us."

She turned around and gave Yang Xi a flirtatious wink.

The masked fighter explained, "Blood Rose and I have that kind of relationship; she likes my size after I transform."

Yang Xi, naturally no longer needing to maintain the persona of the Snake in front of his own puppet, teased, "Is the ability of this Mask of Fear... really that useful?"

The masked fighter flattered, "Compared to your power, Master, my abilities are nothing but a amateur's attempt."

Deep Sea Soul rubbed his head, looking a bit of a headache: "That little brat, Sealed Sword, is such a headache. This isn't the first time she's done something like this, is it? We haven't touched her family, so why is she targeting us?"

Bloodthirsty Rose shrugged helplessly. "What can I do? She's an A-rank hero with a strong sense of justice."

The Priestess of Light's voice was like a gentle breeze: "I've already spoken with the higher-ups at Round Table. This is probably another instance of her acting on her own initiative. Let's give her another chance. If she continues to be so ungrateful and insists on being an enemy of us saints, then we'll eliminate her!"

"Besides the Hero Association, there is no other organization that we Saints are willing to back down from time to time!"

The Priest of Light grinned wickedly: "Perfect timing, I'd also like to try out what it's like to be an A-rank hero, hahaha!!!"

The conference room was filled with the priest's morbid laughter. Yang Xi stared at the blonde girl who appeared at several points on the big screen where the saints were trafficking people, and began to make plans in his mind.

It seems... a new wild tool person has appeared.

062 Good eyesight

In the time that followed, although Yang Xi's spirit descended into the body of the masked boxer, he returned control of the body to him, because the Deep Sea Soul came over and discussed the Saints Organization's human trafficking business with the masked boxer.

The Saints' main sources of income come from three major sectors: prostitution, gambling, and drugs. The prostitution sector is managed by Deep Navy Soul, a seemingly righteous middle-aged man, while the masked boxer and several C-level superhumans are the executives who operate the human trafficking process within the prostitution sector.

The "supplies" are mostly young men and women from more than a dozen districts. After being sold to Shazhou City by local organizations, they undergo "training" by the "saints" and are then distributed to various brothels. In addition to violence, the means of controlling these people also include drugs, etc.

After overhearing the inside story of these dirty deals, Yang Xi's desire to destroy the Saints organization grew stronger.

This is not just about collecting healing abilities, but also about saving these young men and women living in dire straits. Yang Xi couldn't wait to take action and destroy the Saints organization, but with the "wild tool" plan already in mind, Yang Xi decided to wait one more day.

"Take some time tomorrow to check on the 'goods' again. A big deal is coming soon, so make sure there are no basic mistakes. Deal with any troublemakers directly, and it will also serve as a warning to others."

Deep Sea Soul lit a cigar, draped in a navy cloak, and as he passed the masked boxer, tilted his head with a rather wicked expression and said, "It's normal for every shipment to have some 'damage'. Don't waste the opportunity I'm giving you."

Yang Xi didn't ask how the masked fighter caused "damage" to the kidnapped boys and girls. After hearing the Deep Sea Soul's disregard for life, he had already sentenced all the participants to death.

“My time here is almost over. Before that, take me to this hideout.”

……

This is the container port of Shazhou City. More than 6,000 containers are transported here every day. The containers of various colors are piled up to form a maze-like little world. And in one corner of this container world is the place where the Saints organization uses "training" to traffic people.

The masked fighter parked his car in front of a red shipping container with the number "FS4396".

Yang Xi asked in his mind, "Is this the place?"

"Yes, Master, the button to open this container is here."

The masked fighter skillfully flipped open a piece of sheet metal, revealing a fingerprint lock inside.

After the fingerprints were verified, the front of the container opened with a whoosh, revealing a dark passage leading underground. Air mixed with a strange smell came from below, damp and cold.

Yang Xi slowly walked down the stairs. After about two minutes, the door of an air-raid shelter came into view. In front of the peeling paint door, two burly men were playing cards idly. As soon as they saw the masked fighter, they immediately stood up and greeted him.

"Masked Lord!"

As a C-level superhuman, Masked Fighter's status here is second only to Deep Sea Soul. Coupled with his bizarre appearance, some of the superhumans below are a little afraid of him.

Yang Xi asked casually, "Hmm, is there anything going on today?"

The burly man with a mohawk quickly replied, "A brat from District One attacked one of our brothers, and we're teaching him a lesson right now."

Yang Xi asked casually, "I'm going over to check. There's a big business deal coming in soon, and these kids just can't seem to keep quiet!"

The Mohican man's eyes lit up. This man was quite skilled at torturing people; there was going to be a good show to watch today.

He quickly led the way, and along the way were small rooms that looked like prison cells. Each room held a dozen or so children, who were about twelve to eighteen years old. There were black, white and Asian people, with the latter making up the majority. They were mainly children from the more underdeveloped areas of the dozen or so districts.

Some of the trafficked children had blank expressions, their clothes were tattered and their hair was filthy; others must have just arrived, and when they saw Yang Xi and the others walk by, they would reflexively hide deeper into the cell, their eyes filled with fear and terror.

Finally, they arrived at the blood-soaked "torture chamber," where a black-haired boy of about fifteen years old was being whipped.

The attacked member of the organization was a Class D ability user, but at this moment he was gripping his wrist and grimacing.

"Give him a good beating!"

But no matter how much the boy was whipped, he only let out muffled groans, and not a single scream could be heard.

Yang Xi clapped his hands. "Stop for a moment."

"Was he the one causing trouble today?"

The red-haired youth with the nose ring, whose wrist had been bitten, said with a look of resentment, "Yes, sir, this is the guy who ambushed me."

What is the reason?

"This..." The red-haired young man with the nose ring stammered and didn't say anything.

"Of course, this guy is driven by lust and wants to do something to this kid's sister."

At this moment, an arrogant voice rang out. It was another C-level ability user, Mantis Double Blade, whose status was similar to that of the Masked Fighter. His ability was to turn his hands into sharp mantis scythes, which would greatly increase his speed. In addition to his abdomen, the skin in other parts of his body would also harden to a certain extent.

There are four Class C ability users in charge of this hideout, including the Masked Fighter. At this time, they usually choose to rest in the lounge. However, Mantis Blades and the Masked Fighter are close friends, so when they heard that he had arrived, they came over to say hello.

Prompted by the masked fighter, Yang Xi greeted Mantis Double Blade in a hip-hop style.

"Hey bro, why aren't you enjoying your vacation here? Those two bitches I recommended were pretty good, weren't they!"

It turns out that the two women were introduced by this guy. What a great brother!

Yang Xi forced a fake smile and gave Mantis Double Blades a thumbs up. "Your recommendation goes without saying, but I'm here today on the orders of Lord Shen Haihun. There's a big deal coming up soon, and we need to keep these goods quiet."

Yang Xi glanced at the black-haired boy who was hanging up, "Let's save this kid's life for tomorrow."

The Mantis Double-Edged chuckled, pinching the boy's cheeks. "Choosing to kill him to scare the rest of the brats? That's certainly a good choice. The brats in District One are definitely different from those in Districts X. They've been captured for so long and they're still like little wolf cubs!"

But Yang Xi's hand trembled slightly. The moment he saw the boy's mouth, his killing intent was amplified infinitely, and everyone in the torture chamber felt a chill.

Because... all of this boy's teeth were pulled out!

Blood was still gushing from his gums!

The boy struggled to open his swollen eyes a crack and mumbled indistinctly in the language of the district, "I...I'm going to kill you all!"

Good eyesight.

063 Fulfill your wish

Yang Xi stared into the boy's eyes and said, "Keep going, and I'll give you that chance."

Double-edged Mantis tapped Yang Xi on the back. "What is this kid saying? You can actually understand the difficult District 1 dialect? Not bad!"

Yang Xi casually replied, "I know a little bit. People in our line of work have to try to learn some foreign languages."

Having left this oppressive place, Yang Xi's time to arrive was running out.

"Do you know where the Sealed Sword is? Your organization should have someone tracking her."

The masked fighter said, "Bloodlust Rose is in charge of this. I can go see her tonight."

"Then I'll leave it to you. Once you find the location of the Sealed Sword, send me a message."

Yang Xi's spirit left the masked fighter's body.

The masked fighter, who unconditionally obeyed Yang Xi's orders, immediately dialed Bloodthirsty Rose's communicator: "Baby, where are you? Want to grab a drink?"

The sky had completely darkened, and the masked fighter's screen illuminated his mask, becoming the only source of light in the vicinity.

……

"Room 1250, Lawrence Hotel".

After waiting for an hour in the masked fighter's apartment, Yang Xi hypnotized the two white women and then took a few sandwiches from the refrigerator to eat.

After finding the exact location on the electronic map, his shadow spread out from his body, passing through the carpet, chair, and door crack, and gathered in front of the door to form a shadow clone. Then the shadow clone switched into Yang Xi.

And so, Yang Xi left the apartment and quickly headed to his destination under the cover of night.

Inside room 1250 of the Lawrence Hotel.

The room key was inserted into the card slot, and the alloy armor, removed by its owner, was neatly placed on the table.