Fang Yu walked toward the outside of the building.
The people behind him unconsciously followed.
"What are you all following for?" Fang Yu glared.
"Boss, we just can't bear to part with you."
"Scram, you bastards!"
Fang Yu cursed, and just after a short while, they had grown attached—truly damn hypocritical.
He then hailed a cab and left the dilapidated street.
The moment he disappeared, all members of the Barbarian Club collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat.
The tension eased.
Everything returned to being relaxed.
"My god, that scared the hell out of me… Was that One Punch Superman?" Zhu Sanpang patted his chest and said.
"How strong is the Hall Master really?"
"That punch just now was no simple matter… To be able to shatter the net, it shows his strength is at least at the Eighth Heavenly Layers!"
"Eigh… Eighth Heavenly Layers! Oh my heavens!"
