The five people clad in leather trench coats all turned their gaze toward Ning Fan, their eyes filled with wariness; they had come to realize that the strength of the young man before them was no simple matter.
"Attack together!"
The woman at the lead, who had a fiery figure, shouted, and the five of them coldly charged toward Ning Fan.
One of them, having already fought with Ning Fan, now had only one arm left, his Electric Whip having been taken by Ning Fan, and at this moment, he had switched to using a dagger.
Seeing all five of them rushing at him, Ning Fan let out a cold laugh and kicked the man in front.
With a thud, the man flew in an arc and crashed heavily into the highway's guardrail.
"Are you guys with Long Tianze?"
Ning Fan retreated, his body swaying left and right, dodging the combined attack of the five.
He mentioned Long Tianze because the armless fellow had let it slip earlier.
