Jefferson was a Black kid from the slums.
He and a white professor had become Firestorm together, relying entirely on the genius of his own mind as his "talent."
Personality-wise, though, he definitely had a violent streak—
At least in a situation like this one.
Jefferson immediately grabbed Professor Martin Stein's hand, and the two once again fused into Firestorm.
Whoosh—
A flaming figure with a blazing "S" symbol on his chest appeared before everyone's eyes.
Even from a distance, Vivian could feel the heat rolling off Firestorm's flames, let alone Saitama, who was standing right in front of him.
But Saitama acted like nothing was happening at all.
He simply gestured toward Firestorm and said:
"Go ahead."
Whoosh!
Under Professor Martin's reluctant urging, Jefferson still threw out a fireball.
Boom!
The fireball slammed into the Waverider's hull, causing only a brief surge of energy—
Aside from that, there wasn't so much as a scorch mark.
At this point, Professor Martin was so excited his heart condition was about to flare up.
"My god… this really is a ship from the future!"
Jefferson muttered, "Old man, you're just gonna buy it because he said so?"
Professor Martin replied, "Didn't you notice a little detail? Not one person standing around us is afraid of us. If they were some con artists trying to trick us, they'd be trembling right now, not this calm."
Jefferson snorted.
"I still don't believe they're time travelers from the future. If they really are… then they can start by beating us first!"
But before he could even finish that sentence—
Saitama's fist was already buried in Firestorm's gut.
To be precise, it was a punch to the fused Jefferson and Professor Martin—Firestorm—
all at once.
Firestorm swayed in midair, then crashed straight down from the sky.
Saitama slung one person over each shoulder like they weighed nothing and carried them over to Rip Hunter.
"Captain, I'll leave the explanation about the future to you. I'll stay here and keep an eye on these two."
Sara Lance watched Saitama's utterly confident posture, a strange glint flashing in her brown eyes.
A man who could knock Firestorm out of the sky with one simple punch—
Just how strong was he, really?
She had bathed in the waters of the Lazarus Pit and undergone the training of the League of Assassins.
She could roughly gauge Saitama's level now.
Saitama was far stronger than he'd shown when he'd sparred with her earlier—
You could tell just from that moment when he'd crouched, launched himself from the ground, and rocketed straight up with a single punch.
"What a terrifyingly strong man…"
By this time, Rip Hunter had already finished explaining his plan to Professor Martin and Jefferson.
The two exchanged a glance, clearly wanting to discuss it more in private.
But Saitama knew very well that, now that the two of them shared a mental link, they could communicate without words anyway.
Stepping away was just an excuse to create some distance from Saitama's group and calm themselves down.
Once Jefferson and Professor Martin walked a bit farther off—
Jefferson asked, "Old man, you really believe everything they just said?"
Professor Martin countered, "And you think they're lying?"
Jefferson replied, "No matter how you slice it, 'time travel' is way too unbelievable."
Professor Martin thought for a moment.
"How about this—we board the ship and observe first. If they're lying, we'll decide our countermeasures then?"
Jefferson nodded.
"Fine by me."
So the two of them returned to the group and agreed to join the trip.
Saitama, however, shook his head.
Judging from their attitude, they really didn't look like people who had fully accepted the idea of time traveling with them.
Honestly, their attitude was worse than that of Sara Lance, who outright said she wanted to defeat him.
It looked like once Jefferson and Professor Martin were on board, he'd have to sit them down and "talk" properly.
Right then, Saitama turned his gaze toward Sara Lance and found her watching him calmly, clearly curious how he planned to handle the situation.
"You're still underestimating me, you know," Saitama said quietly. "Just wait and see how I make them behave."
He respected scientists.
But that didn't mean he'd ever show mercy to criminals.
The Waverider quickly flew to Central City.
This was the city where The Flash, Barry Allen, lived.
At this point in time, though, Barry still hadn't fully mastered the Speed Force.
Sometimes, dealing with criminals in Central City left him completely flustered.
Like right now—
He was busy chasing down other criminals, and in the chaos, Heat Wave Mick Rory and Captain Cold Leonard Snart had seized the chance to escape from Iron Heights Prison.
The two had just beaten the guards senseless when they suddenly saw Saitama and his group blocking their path.
Captain Cold narrowed his eyes.
"What? You all want to end up as ice sculptures like them?"
Heat Wave snorted and chimed in,
"I'd rather turn them into roast pig."
Then he spotted the golden-haired beauty—Sara Lance—
and let out a low whistle.
"Hey, look at that, they've even got a hot blonde with them."
Captain Cold smirked.
"If you're picking the blonde, then I'll take that icy beauty over there.
They do call me Captain Cold, after all—liking an ice-cold beauty really fits my image."
But before the two could finish their trash talk—
They both felt their bodies rocket backward at the same time!
They flew more than twenty or thirty meters before crashing into a metal barrier and finally coming to a stop.
"Ugh… who the hell hit me so hard I almost blacked out…" Heat Wave groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Captain Cold wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
"That means someone's already got us in their sights."
The two of them looked up—sure enough, Saitama was standing in front of them… with Sara Lance at his side.
Saitama said, "Miss Sara Lance, this Heat Wave guy just disrespected you. Aren't you going to teach him a lesson?"
Sara replied lightly,
"Oh? But since you're the one who invited me on this little trip, isn't it your responsibility to handle… accidents like this?"
As she spoke, she even gave Saitama a playful wink, full of teasing charm.
By now, she had already noticed the relationship between Saitama and Vivian.
But she still wasn't too happy with Saitama—
So she deliberately acted this way, hoping to make him feel uncomfortable… and stir up a bit of trouble with Vivian.
What she absolutely did not expect was Saitama's reaction.
The moment he heard her words, he cracked his knuckles and said,
"Well, since this beautiful blonde lady is asking me to take care of you two…
you'd better enjoy it while it lasts!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Smash! Crash!
Pained grunts echoed non-stop.
(That would be Heat Wave and Captain Cold, getting mercilessly steamrolled by Saitama.)
In just a few moments, Saitama had beaten the two Central City crooks black and blue.
Then he casually tossed them down in front of Sara Lance.
"Now are you satisfied, Miss Sara Lance?"
Only at this moment did this gorgeous woman—
who had bathed in the Lazarus Pit and been trained by the League of Assassins—
realize she had walked right into Saitama's trap.
A murderous glint flashed in her brown eyes—
but the corners of her lips still curved into a smile.
"Yes," she said softly.
"Very good, Mr. Saitama. You've satisfied me."
(End of Chapter)
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