Great, we're doomed now!

The Fubuki Group's new base is located on the third floor of an office building in the city center. The location is not particularly conspicuous, and they are not so wealthy as to have booked the entire building.

Ultimately, Fubuki herself prefers to stay at the agency, and her work focus has shifted accordingly. The agency mainly serves as an office for team members to gather and hand over tasks, and also for contacting people from the association. The people coming and going are all familiar faces, so there is no need to be particular about appearances.

The group's second-in-command, who could be considered Chuixue's right-hand man, was sitting at his desk with a thick stack of applications in front of him. Perhaps due to the high temperature, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. As his right hand moved quickly, the pen tip swished across the paper, making an unpleasant sound.

It's all because Lady Fubuki has been so popular lately.

She first became active in a series of events, including the meteorite attack, and then performed impressively in several subsequent battles. Now, she has single-handedly defeated the Demon-level monster Centipede Senior, which fully proves that her burst of power is not a flash in the pan.

The association has begun discussing the possibility of promoting her to S-class. Although Fubuki herself is ambiguous about the matter, the outside world doesn't care. As a result, many fans flocked to her—the title of an S-class hero is enough to attract a large number of low-ranking heroes who want to curry favor with her.

Just like the Tank Top Master, people who admire heroes will naturally want to get closer to them and imitate them; this is the power of idols.

Moreover, Fubuki is a rare beauty in the world, and her attractiveness is beyond question, but that's precisely why she needs to be strictly vetted!

Anyone with ulterior motives will be eliminated!

Those with poor character should also be weeded out!

Many S-class heroes possess great strength but lack interest in other things, which makes them unable to see the people and things around them clearly.

In the original work, whether it's Atomic Samurai, Tanktop Master, or Silver Fang, they all make mistakes. If they weren't strong enough, they might have been killed by a follower, old friend, or apprentice.

Fubuki is one of the few heroes with leadership qualities. Although most of her subordinates are not very strong, their loyalty is still guaranteed.

Now that she needs to focus on the agency, the tasks of the Fubuki Group naturally fall to Meima. In order not to disappoint her superiors, this "civilian hero" ranked second in B-class feels a lot of pressure.

Resumes and applications poured in like snowflakes, including not only C-rank and D-rank new heroes, but also several A-rank heroes who were ranked lower.

This was unimaginable before. Although the Fubuki Group was famous, it was ultimately just an organization of B-class heroes sticking together for warmth. Most A-class heroes were already capable of standing on their own. Even if they were not as strong as Fubuki, they would not be so pathetic as to ask for a sugar daddy. Therefore, they were not interested in the Fubuki Group at all.

But now that Fubuki's strength has been widely recognized, those who previously operated independently and hadn't joined the organization are starting to waver.

"Sigh... It's a bit of a pity, but I guess I'll just have to refuse."

She rubbed her sore eyes and sighed.

Some newcomers have potential, but they seem rather frivolous. The current Fubuki group doesn't need to expand rapidly; instead, it needs mature and stable people to lay a solid foundation.

After all, there are only a few core members in the Fubuki Group, and even fewer who can fight. As more new people join, the management difficulty increases exponentially... In the end, a larger organization is not necessarily better!

Bloat means inefficiency...

Healthy expansion is based on having a group of core managers who can mentor new employees. For example, TPC, founded by Ye Shou and Ze Jing, first recruited a large number of elites from all walks of life and unified everyone's positions before it began to recruit a large number of ordinary employees.

Compared to Sawai's decades of accumulation and the Kuze Group's unlimited funds, the Fubuki Group ultimately lacked foundation.

On the other hand, the "veterans" of the Fubuki Group have limited abilities, and recruiting too many new members would affect the internal harmony of the organization...

For example, Yamaru, who ranked third in B-class, locked himself in the training room every day, wearing a heavy enhanced suit and sweating profusely, in order not to drag down the Fubuki Group and to maintain the image of his seniors, so as not to be outdone by the newcomers. He also actively took on the role of a frontal assault soldier when going on missions.

Many others chose to leverage their strengths and form small teams of three to four people to cooperate in combat, which is also a viable approach.

Eyelashes was also anxious, but he was a little different—he knew that his talent was limited and that no matter how much he trained, he could not compare to those who were born with strong physiques. Rather than showing weakness in combat, he would rather do his clerical work to the best of his ability so that Fubuki would have no worries.

Then, it was only natural to give up the second place in the B-level ranking to the Mountain Ape, and then he could comfortably play a supporting role in the back.

Who knows, maybe one day he'll max out his clerical skills and earn Lord Kuze's favor, and end up working at the firm?

What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?

He picked up another application, glanced at it, and casually tossed it into the wastebasket next to him: This kind of person is obviously just trying to take advantage of others; if there's any real danger, they'll run away faster than anyone else.

"Anyone dares to submit an application these days," he muttered. Just as he was about to open the next application, he caught a glimpse of another figure at the door.

Thinking it was a colleague, she didn't even look up and said directly, "Turn on the air conditioner, it's so hot."

"..."

"Ok?"

Eyelashes waited two more seconds, then impatiently looked up, about to speak but then stopped:

A man he didn't recognize was standing at the door.

He was tall and strong, giving the impression of being agile. He wore a dark, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, the cuffs stretched taut by his well-developed muscles, revealing clearly defined arm lines that were obviously not the kind of muscles that were just injected with water.

His facial features are strong and assertive; if one had to say he is somewhat handsome, he exudes more of an aggressive aura.

Unlike Bang, a martial artist honed by time, this man exuded a wild aura, like an untamed animal, with an undisguised sharpness in his eyes.

Eyelashes quickly went through the list of new members in the Blizzard Group in her mind and confirmed that there was no such person.

"Who are you? How did you get in? The security guard didn't stop you?"

The man tilted his head in a sleazy manner and slowly reached out to pick at his ear.

"The gatekeepers? You mean the two at the gate?"

He said casually, "I did see them, but they were sleeping soundly, so I didn't have the heart to wake them."

The pupils of the eyelashes contracted slightly.

—Although he couldn't see the corridor from this angle, he knew that under normal circumstances, the two security guards should be there. Perhaps they weren't particularly dedicated, but they should at least have given a heads-up.

His left hand, which was under the table, quietly reached into the drawer, and his fingertips touched the weapon hidden inside. From this angle, he could launch a surprise attack on his opponent.

But he didn't act rashly. He first took a deep breath to suppress his unease, and then looked at the man in front of him again.

This person wasn't wearing a Hero Association uniform or any insignia, making it impossible to tell if he was friend or foe. But judging from his physique and demeanor, he was at least a trained fighter, and not some third-rate one at that.

"What brings you here?" Eyelashes asked, getting straight to the point.

"Challenge? Find fault?" The man chewed for a moment, then shook his head. "Not really... I should say I'm here to hunt."

hunting?

"But it seems we've come to the wrong place today," the man continued, his gaze sweeping over the office furnishings, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"There's no aura of any strong individuals in the entire building. It seems the Fubuki Group is just so-so. I wonder if that Fubuki guy is anything special."

"How dare you speak so arrogantly to Lady Fubuki!"

"Want to fight?"

He turned his gaze back to the eyelashes, as if to confirm something, and then shook his head.

"But you're not up to par. It looks like you haven't had any real combat experience in a while, has it?"

His eyelashes twitched at the corner of his mouth. He was the second-ranked hero in B-class. Although rankings don't fully represent strength, he was still a figure of some standing in this circle, and yet he had been humiliated to his face...

He forced himself to ask one last question: "What exactly do you want with Lady Fubuki?"

“I told you, I came here to hunt.”

bass!

Presumably to distract the man, the eyelashes subtly raised their gaze as the man spoke, exposing his vulnerable throat. Seeing this, the eyelashes didn't hesitate; with their left thumb, they pressed a mechanism, drew a short alloy stick, and swiftly flicked it towards the man's neck—

Snapped!

Did you hit it?

Just as my eyelashes were about to burst into laughter, everything suddenly went black!

He didn't even see what hit him; he only felt a dark shadow flash by in the corner of his eye. Then, his brain felt like it had been stuffed into a spinning top, and the world spun around him. In that instant, the whole world was turned into a mess.

His body was still in the middle of standing up, but he had completely lost control, staggered, and collapsed limply onto the table.

The enemy was firmly gripping the alloy short rod...

"You really aren't good enough, huh?"

The other party had no intention of finishing off the victim, so they simply ignored the eyelashes.

The second-ranked B-level man lay sprawled on the floor, his vision blurring. He desperately tried to stay awake, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Before he passed out, he saw the man walk to the desk, reach for the internal communicator, and casually slip it into his pocket.

The other members then heard the commotion and came over. Realizing something was wrong, they surrounded the person.

"No...this guy..."

She tried hard to remind everyone not to underestimate the other person, but her eyelashes had already completely lost consciousness.

"Where is Fubuki now?" the man asked, which clearly angered the Fubuki group. Moreover, it seemed that the eyelashes had already been attacked. In their anger, they attacked without saying a word!

...A few minutes later, the office was a mess, the Fubuki Group members were all lying on their hands and feet, and the person had disappeared.

One of them struggled to his feet and picked up the phone: "Quick... the other party claims to be 'Hungry Wolf'... Lady Fubuki, Lady Fubuki is in danger!"

-

Hungry Wolf stood downstairs at the office building and looked up at the sign hanging above the entrance.

"Kuse?"

He stared at those words for two seconds, a slow, enigmatic smile curving his lips.

It's unclear whether "Garou" is a nickname or his real name. All that's known is that he's an oddball who neither sides with monsters nor agrees with the hero ideal, but is extremely obsessed with playing a "villain."

He found both sides equally ridiculous—the weirdo was a product of uncontrolled desires, while the hero was a lackey of the system; one vented his frustrations through destruction, while the other lived by performing.

The villain he seeks is not a collection of desires, but a purely "necessary evil"!

Today, heroes and monsters are locked in a fierce battle, but neither side can truly uphold the principles of good and evil. What he seeks is to break this hypocritical order and create a more authentic world where good and evil are in opposition.

Before that, he must first become a symbol of "evil" and severely strike at the arrogance of the heroes!

As the saying goes, a hero killer indeed!

He wanted to hunt heroes, defeat them one by one, bring those high-and-mighty guys down from their pedestals, and let the world see their true colors!

The Fubuki Group is just an appetizer; this Kuze Agency can't stop him either!

The hungry wolf took a deep breath and took the first step—

Whoosh~

The glass door slid open automatically in front of him, and a man walked out. He was wearing a plaid shirt, tall, and walked with a steady gait. In his right hand, he was carrying a plastic bag from a convenience store, which contained several cartons of strawberry milk.

The hungry wolf didn't see the other's face clearly at first, but the moment he realized its presence, all the pores on his body instinctively contracted at the same time!

My hair stood on end, my blood rushed, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed hard by an invisible hand... Ugh!

This is not simply fear, but a more primal, instinctive reaction etched into our genes, like a rabbit smelling a fox in the grass, or a sparrow sensing a snake's hiss on a branch.

Every living thing has the survival instinct to protect itself from predators, even to the point of playing dead!

He subconsciously took a half step back, and as his right heel landed, his toes turned slightly outward. At the same time, his knees bent, his center of gravity lowered, and his whole body entered a state where he could launch himself at any moment.