At that moment, everyone who entered was rejected by the Virtual World one after another. The members of the major families were all dumbfounded, never having imagined something so absurd would happen.
"What exactly happened? Didn't you just go in? Why did you come out so quickly?"
Someone asked. He could not understand what had happened. These mercenaries had clearly only just entered, yet they were out again in the blink of an eye. Not even Yang Wei had been that fast—it had been less than three seconds.
"Sorry. We had only just gone in when we ran into that kid. He wiped us out with just a few punches and kicks, and then the Virtual World rejected us," someone said shamefully, too mortified to show his face.
At once, a young master from an aristocratic family burst into curses. "That bastard swindler was alone, while there were dozens of you! Yet you got wiped out by one person? Where the hell did you learn martial arts—from dogs?!"
"What fucking use was there in hiring you? You all just went in to serve yourselves up on a platter! Ask yourselves, do you have any shame left? Are you trying to take the money without doing the work?"
He was practically mad with rage. He had painstakingly hired so many people to deal with that swindler, only for them to be sent straight back home by a few punches and kicks within moments. He had never seen anything like it.
"You can insult me, but you cannot insult my martial arts!" someone said angrily.
Bang!
Before he could finish, the young master slapped him across the face. "So what if I insult you? You fucking have self-respect now? Why didn't you have any just now? You crawled out after getting beaten