Raising his hand like lightning, he smashed the poor guy closest in front of him with a punch, and took a solid wooden stick in his hand, the corners of Ning Fan's mouth flashed with a cruel smile.

"Come on, let me see what you can do!" Ning Fan roared, and the stick in his hand began to wave.

Peng's sound, the guy who had just rushed over in front of him and was about to attack Ning Fan was directly smashed on the head by Ning Fan with a stick.

When his head broke and the blood flowed, Ning Fan kicked it away.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Fan rushed directly into the crowd.

The surrounding eyes pointed out that there were all sticks, and in such an urgent situation, if it was an ordinary person, he would have been beaten to death with sticks.

But who is Ning Fan?

He was constantly moving through the crowd as if he had been a loach, and the stick in his hand swung and smashed into the gangsters' bodies one by one.

The thumping sound was incessant, even the sound of scolding and sticks intermingling.

And, of course, the screams of those pigs.

Ning Fan fought in the crowd for a long time, not only did they not cause even the slightest damage to Ning Fan, but they couldn't even touch the corners of Ning Fan's clothes, this was a completely different battle on two levels.

It's Ning Fan, as long as he is hit by a stick, he will either have a broken bone, or his head will be broken and bleeding, and the worst thing is that he has no combat effectiveness.

There are only about 30 people in total, and it seems that there are a lot of people, but they are not durable.

In just three minutes, Ning Fan threw the last guy in front of him who could still stand out with a stick.

Ning Fan stood in place, and the gangsters lying on the ground beside him looked too weird.

Mo Chenggong had been watching all this, knowing that now, when he saw Ning Fan walking towards him in the midst of the struggling gangsters, he only remembered to run away, but it was too late.

Ning Fan laughed and shook the stick in his hand, and opened his mouth to shout: "It seems that I overestimated the garbage you invited, and it was still five minutes? ”

Mo Chenggong's body trembled violently, and his heart twitched a little.

What kind of combat power is this?

One person, dealing with more than 30 gangsters who are often everyone, was unharmed, and in just three minutes, all the gangsters were put to the ground!

He suddenly realized, no wonder, no wonder he was called the Ninth Master, when he heard his father talk about Ning Fan, he thought that his father deliberately exaggerated it because of the Ninth Master's great kindness, but now it seems that it is completely true.

The Ninth Master back then was so powerful, and now the Ninth Master is still so domineering!

This is the Ninth Master!

He suddenly felt a little ridiculous, because he remembered that his father had said that many people wanted to kill the Ninth Master back then, but the final result was that all of them were killed by the Ninth Master without exception.

Among these people, there is never a shortage of some big people.

But that was before they knew the Ninth Master, and when they were about to kill the Ninth Master, their lives were no longer their own.

As Ning Fan walked, the stick in his hand was snapping under the hand of the other hand.

again and again, as if it was directly hitting Mo Chenggong's heart, making Mo Chenggong's breathing a little difficult.

He hurriedly dodged and moved to the driver's seat to escape.

But when he stretched out his hand, his face turned black, and he scolded: "Drafted, a broken van, got out of the car and pulled out the car keys, who rarely stole your broken car!"

There was no time to hesitate, he kicked the car door, turned around and ran in the opposite direction of Ning Fan.

"Can you go?" Ning Fan's voice seemed to ring in his ears, and in the next second, he felt that the collar of his back coat was grabbed.

Then his body flew up in the air, and then he was slapped to the ground by Ning Fan.

There was a loud bang when his back touched the ground, and he almost didn't knock Mo Chenggong unconscious.

He felt that his internal organs seemed to be tumbling violently, and the pain made Mo Chenggong's face distort a little.

"I said, within five minutes, break your leg, I do what I say, remember, in the future, don't bother me again, I don't like the feeling of being remembered. When Ning Fan said this, he raised the stick in his hand.

His goal is naturally one of Mo's successful legs.

"No, don't, don't hit me, I know it's wrong, Ning Fan, no, no, no, no, Ninth Master, Ninth Master, you spare me, I don't dare anymore. "Mo Chenggong was very scared.

Ning Fan, who was standing in front of him at this time, had long since lost his original hippie smile, and was replaced by a middle school killing.

He had only felt this kind of powerful momentum when his father was angry, and, in comparison, his father's momentum and Ning Fan must have been like heaven and earth.

Under Ning Fan's powerful momentum, he felt as if he was in the middle of ice and snow, and the blood in his whole body and even his soul seemed to be frozen.

"Admitting mistakes is of no use to me, your parents blame you, if you don't educate you well, you will make big mistakes in the future, today, I will educate you on behalf of your parents, remember it in the future, don't come to provoke me again,

In this world of the jungle, you are just a waste, and since you are a waste, then be honestly your own waste. ”

Ning Fan shook his head, and his expression gradually became indifferent.

In the next second, his arm sank suddenly, and with a click, the stick smashed one of Mo Chenggong's legs.

That leg was smashed off in an instant, taking on a strange angle.

Mo Chenggong let out a terrible scream, as if killing a pig.

He has rarely fought in Dalian since he was a child, and now he was suddenly broken leg, this kind of intense pain and fear in his heart can be imagined.

But he didn't dare to say anything, looking at Ning Fan in front of him, his body trembled violently, and the intense fear in the depths of his eyes let Ning Fan know that his goal had been achieved.

It's just that Ning Fan is a little dissatisfied that in the depths of Mo Chenggong's eyes, in addition to fear, there is also a deep killing intent hidden!

It was a strong and inflated hatred that followed extreme fear, which had become so ingrained that it would torment him even at night while he slept.

And if you want to eliminate this fear, the only way is to kill the source of fear, and that is Ning Fan!

Only by killing Ning Fan can he have no worries.

It's just that in the current Mo Chenggong instinct, he knew that it was almost impossible to kill Ning Fan by himself, so he hid this killing intent deep in his heart!

He threw away the stick with a click, and looked at Mo Chenggong, who was about to faint, Ning Fan didn't care.

(End of chapter)