"He! He!"
"It's him!!"
Inside the noodle shop, they witnessed the black-clad figure flying away.
The middle-aged man from the Feiao Martial Arts Hall raised his hand, pointing at the door, his mouth agape and trembling in excitement, unable to speak.
The crowd was still in shock and awe, the boy named Wang Zhou stared wide-eyed, his mind replaying the earlier conversations.
What is a Martial Artist?
Why is he in charge at Yanwu Gym?
An astonishing guess flashed through his mind, as he saw his cousin's complex expression.
Unable to ask, he rushed past the crowd and dashed outside the noodle shop.
The plaza was in chaos, people running erratically, and vehicles colliding.
Screams and cries pierced the air, harsh and loud, as someone fell to the ground in despair.
Yet, the heavy debris that was expected to fall never appeared, and not a single person was injured.
In their astonishment, everyone hurriedly looked up at the sky.
Roar!!!
