The night is deep and quiet, on the outskirts of Dragon City!
Ning Fan curled his lips into a cold smile, mercilessly swinging the iron hammer in his hand, crashing down like cast iron.
Standing behind him, Ouyang Feifei watched the scene with a smile, showing no intention to avert her gaze.
"Ah!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out abruptly in the silent deep night.
The only remaining black-clad man held down by Ning Fan had his little finger reduced to a bloody mess.
This swing crushed his little finger, bone and flesh alike, into a bloody pulp!
"Now, can you talk?"
Ning Fan looked at the blood dripping from the iron hammer, his smile becoming increasingly sincere.
"Kill me, just kill me, I will never betray my master!"
The black-clad man screamed hoarsely, veins bulging on his forehead.
Having already lost an arm, he now suffered such a blow.
As the saying goes, fingers are connected to the heart, one can imagine the immense pain he was enduring.
