Soon, Ning Fan found a small team of about a dozen people, they were moving forward along their specific route, completely unaware of a pair of cold eyes staring at them from atop a towering tree.
This group consisted of a total of twelve people, which likely formed an organized squad.
After walking some distance ahead, suddenly, a shadow flashed in front of the last team member, revealing a person.
With a smile on his face, Ning Fan floated down, landing before him without making the slightest sound.
Underneath the white skull mask, the team member's complexion slightly changed, and he swiftly raised his gun to shoot.
But how could Ning Fan possibly give him the chance?
He rapidly closed in, one hand covering the man's mouth, the other formed into a fist and placed against his chest.
It was just a light touch, yet the True Qi atop his fist burst forth in an instant.
With a thump, the man's heart was directly shattered by the True Qi, and the light in his eyes slowly faded.
