With a casual wave of his hand, he slammed a man into the wall. The teenagers had never seen anyone so brutal.
After taking down the burly leader with a single blow, Eric threw another punch.
The seemingly casual strike carried explosive force that burst against the gangster's chest.
The man immediately spat out blood and crashed straight backward.
He slammed into a roadside fire hydrant with a loud bang.
Only after two of their companions had fallen did the remaining gang members react, charging at Eric with weapons in hand.
But against an opponent whose strength so vastly exceeded theirs, they could only endure a one-sided beating.
Eric casually threw punches, too lazy to even move his body, and easily dealt with them.
The few people standing at the back of the alley merely saw a blur before the gang members were sent flying.
Some crashed into the walls, some smashed directly into the ground, and some were hurled into fire hydrants.
In that brief instant, they had all passed out, their fates unknown.
He had used only one hand throughout the entire fight. After dealing with every gang member, the other hand holding the umbrella had not even moved.
Dense raindrops fell upon the black umbrella before splashing down along its edges.
After standing silently beneath the umbrella for a moment, Eric raised his head and looked into the darkness above the alley.
Then he lowered his head and muttered, "I think the 'Gotham Travel Precautions' should add another rule: don't go to Crime Alley."
Rustle!
The tarp spread open, accompanied by the sound of raindrops being shaken away.
A shadow like bat wings appeared in the air, then vanished into the alley.
Eric stared expressionlessly at the area shrouded in shadows.
Tap! Tap!
A figure emerged from