382: Chapter 381: Xu Ruolan’s Crisis 382: Chapter 381: Xu Ruolan’s Crisis Bang bang bang!
Muffled thuds echoed through the air, the iron rods had been hitting Ning Fan’s knees for who knows how long.
Ning Fan stood upright, unyielding no matter how the two men struck him.
Xu Ruolan bit her lip, unable to watch Ning Fan being beaten without fighting back; she instinctively covered her eyes and her heart began to ache for him.
Under Long Tianze’s direction, two men in black repeatedly struck Ning Fan’s body with their clubs, more than fifty times, yet Ning Fan’s figure did not twist in the slightest.
The iron rods struck Ning Fan’s knees as if hitting nothing at all, Ning Fan looked coldly at Long Tianze, his face expressionless, silent.
Crack!
The already deformed iron rod broke apart, the man in black furrowed his brow, looking at Ning Fan’s current state, he felt a wave of fear.
The other man in black was also drawn by the noise and gasped as he saw the broken rod in his companion’s hand.
“Continue!” Long Tianze, seeing that they had paused, shouted disapprovingly.
Then, the same thing happened again, another iron rod broke, and Ning Fan’s legs still stood firmly on the ground.
Long Tianze’s expression changed, Ning Fan’s resilience was beyond his expectations, but he wasn’t annoyed, instead, he became somewhat interested.
Long Tianze leapt down directly from the high cargo container and walked up to Ning Fan, starting to mock coldly, “To think that the renowned Ninth Master would actually come begging me for a woman, it really is an eye-opener for me!”
Ning Fan glared at Long Tianze, ignoring his mockery and repeated, “Let her go, and I will agree to all your demands.”
This attitude immediately displeased Long Tianze.
It was clear that he had the upper hand, but Ning Fan’s demeanor made him feel like he was still being led by the nose.
Thus, Long Tianze didn’t give Ning Fan any good face and roared, “I want to see just how long you can stay tough, we’ll have fun tonight!”
Tonight, Long Tianze was determined to make Ning Fan pay a painful price!
Long Tianze stared at Ning Fan for a long time.
Seeing that he remained silent, his face involuntarily twitched.
Long Tianze drew a knife from behind his waist, looked at Ning Fan with a grin, revealing a cold smile, “Ninth Master, come on, let your performance begin!”
With that, Long Tianze threw the knife, and Ning Fan caught it.
“Three cuts, six holes, you know what that means, right?”
Upon hearing these words, Xu Ruolan uncovered her hands and hurriedly shouted at Ning Fan, “Ning Fan, don’t listen to him!”
Three cuts, six holes, was self-explanatory, a form of self-mutilation from which few survived.
But when Ning Fan heard Long Tianze’s words, he didn’t even furrow his brows, gripping the dagger in reverse and stabbing it directly into his chest.
With a squelch, the blade pierced through flesh, bright blood spurting out, staining Ning Fan’s shirt crimson.
With one cut, Long Tianze laughed, Xu Ruolan momentarily lost her voice, and everyone else around showed no reaction at all.
“Is that enough?”
Ning Fan furrowed his brows slightly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he asked.
Long Tianze shook his head, unsatisfied, yet his eyes gleamed with pleasure as he watched Ning Fan harm himself.
Ning Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled the knife from his chest, and then with a squelch, swiftly stabbed it into another spot.
“Is that enough!”
“Ning Fan, truly a man, bring it on!”
With a squelch!
With the final Blade Edge almost completely buried in Ning Fan’s chest, his clothes soaked blood-red, blood dripping from his body down to the ground.
After three strikes, Ning Fan’s face turned slightly pale, covered in fine sweat, yet he still stood tall.
“Is that enough!”
Ning Fan shouted, his voice echoing across the entire dock.
Everyone was stunned—Xu Ruolan was already in tears, almost crying her eyes out.
Standing in front of Ning Fan, Long Tianze had Ning Fan’s shouts ringing in his ears, impacting like thunder, causing him to subconsciously take a step back.
At this moment, Long Tianze was baffled; he couldn’t understand why Ning Fan would go to such lengths for a woman?
“Enough of your nonsense, Long Tianze, back off!”
A tall figure jumped down from a container, charged over, and pushed Long Tianze aside.
It was Faltas—Ning Fan coldly lifted his head to look at him.
Faltas’s face was ferocious, his gaze filled with hatred as he looked at Ning Fan.
“I don’t care who you are, but by provoking the Fang Guild, you shouldn’t expect to live, and as for my sister, I will personally take revenge tonight!”
Faltas’s eyes were bloodshot, staring at Ning Fan with a murderous intent.
His sister had been killed by Ning Fan.
Now Faltas could no longer contain his fury.
He found Long Tianze’s tricks uninteresting and felt that the man was just wasting time.
“Oh?
Your sister?” Ning Fan slowly pulled out the Blade Edge embedded in his chest, a chilling smile now hanging on his face, which was terrifying to behold.
His action stunned everyone, and it prevented them from noticing one detail—in spite of the severe injuries, the wounds on Ning Fan’s chest had stopped bleeding!
Ning Fan assessed the man before him; it was clear that he was from the Fang Guild, and Ning Fan was somewhat curious about the mentioned sister.
After a moment of thought, Ning Fan recalled someone; he had killed a woman today, could it be her?
Perhaps sensing Ning Fan’s thoughts, Faltas roared, “Yes, Falinna, you’re going to die!”
Faltas raised his fist, filled with hatred, and struck at Ning Fan, his punch as fast as lightning, whipping out.
Ning Fan sneered, Faltas’s speed might seem fast to others, but to him, it was exceedingly slow.
Even though he was wounded, this Faltas didn’t seem likely to cause him much trouble!
Crash!
Two fists collided, and Faltas, taken aback, stumbled back several steps.
Seeing things turn sour, Long Tianze stepped forward, pulling out a remote control and shouted at Ning Fan, “Boss, don’t mess around, or someone will get hurt!”
As he spoke, Long Tianze gave a threatening glare at Xu Ruolan above in the cage.
The remote in his hand could control the crane to lower the cage at any time.
At this time, Faltas also began to laugh, now much more approving of Long Tianze.
“Ha ha ha, you’re going to die!”