This Ultraman Has No Morals

"Xiaoyang, after all, you just joined, and these misunderstandings will disappear in the future."

"But I'm so upset... I want to beat him up."

When everyone was discussing, only George clenched his fists while watching the newspaper in his hand.

"George? What's the matter with you?"

"It's okay... I'll go first."

Long put down the magazine in his hand.

"Hello, we're in a meeting now."

George was already at the door.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Wait a minute, we're a team!"

"Team? That's okay!"

The veins on Long's head suddenly popped up, and he was about to punch George with his fist.

"You bastard..."

Future quickly hugged the dragon.

"No! No quarreling!"

"cut."

George made a cut and walked out on his own, intending to chase after him in the future.

"George!"

"Future! Leave that guy alone!"

"But...."

"Just leave it alone, this kind of person who has no team spirit let him go!"

Toriyama and Maru sat on the sidelines and watched the play foolishly, Usuzu shook his head helplessly, and held up an empty coffee can.

"That's true. Forget it, Xiaoyang, the coffee is gone, can I trouble you to buy some for me?"

Worm nodded.

"it is good."

In the lounge, George had already changed into his daily clothes, and a magazine fell out of his cabinet.

Worm came in just in time to see this scene, and bent down to pick it up.

"So that's it, the Spanish ace striker is hiding in the guys doing nothing? It's really a heart-wrenching report."

George snatched the magazine back.

"have a finger in the pie."

"Hey, it seems that you were also exposed to disagreement with your teammates when you were on the team."

"Yeah, so what? Before I got on the pitch, I decided I was going to shoot by myself because I could see."

Worm sat on a stool beside him and crossed his legs.

"Oh? That's it, but I can understand you. After all, for a capable person, teammates are a drag."

This time George disagreed.

"It's not because of that...it's because I know what I'm capable of, but they don't."

"Suoga, that means you are very confident in your shooting star?"

"Huh, I don't think anyone can stop my meteor shot."

Wurm saw that George had already put on his bag, and said.

"I've seen your shooting collection, actually... In my opinion, that kind of technique is just average, it's nothing more than stronger feet."

George was stunned, and then violently lifted Worm's collar.

"Say it again!?"

Worm looked calm.

"I said that the unique skill you think is nothing more than that, and I can defend it with one hand. If you still want to hear it, I will continue to tell you that your unique skill is nothing more than that, nothing more..."

Seeing Worm turn on the broken thoughts mode, George went berserk.

"There is a kind of competition with me! If you lose, apologize to me!"

"Okay, but what if I win?"

"You can do whatever you say!"

Worm took the magazine and pointed to the reporter's name under George's report.

"If I win, you have to beat him with me."