After Mu Rong Qianji had left, everyone at the scene still felt a lingering intimidation from his powerful aura. The hall that was originally filled with bustling activities had become much quieter. These freelance martial artists that had been noisy earlier now turned to whisper at each other.
Apparently, they were also restraining their fear of the subordinate left behind by Mu Rong Qianji.
Although no one had recognized Mu Rong Qianji, some of the more mindful people who had spent more time surviving in this world had gained some insights more or less.
After taking care of the formalities, Wu De walked out and walked next to Iron Holler. He glared at him coldly and let out a few strange laughs. Then, he turned around to walk out of the door.
This whole thing caused the entire body of Iron Holler tremble in cold sweat. His hand trembled lightly as the palm that was holding the cup of alcohol shook uncontrollably.
