On the highway,
three SUVs were torn to pieces, the remaining two vehicles' security personnel staring at the scene outside in stunned silence.
Ning Fan stood in the middle of the highway, his posture erect, his gaze dominating, his facial expression cold, making people subconsciously feel a chill, even a desire to submit to him.
Four figures attacked again, apart from the warrior who had lost both hands, the four members dispatched by the Fang Guild launched another assault on Ning Fan.
Ning Fan sneered, his figure flashed, leaving behind an afterimage, and the next moment, he appeared in midair.
As the four men looked on in shock, Ning Fan spun in midair, then delivered a Whirlwind Kick that sent one of them flying onto the opposite lane.
Woo woo woo!
A speeding vehicle had no chance to react, the driver of the big truck only saw a shadow shoot below the vehicle.
