Mo Chenggong instinctively swung his baton towards Ning Fan but Ning Fan grabbed it in one swoop.
"Go to hell!"
Seeing Ning Fan's resistance, Mo Chenggong was already furious and increased his force as he struck down.
But the baton didn't move an inch.
Mo Chenggong immediately stretched out his other hand and gripped the baton with both hands to exert force again.
The baton finally changed.
Mo Chenggong's eyes widened.
Instead of striking downwards at Ning Fan, the baton was bent forcefully by Ning Fan.
In Ning Fan's hands, the baton was like a piece of wire, effortlessly bent.
Mo Chenggong had only seen such a thing on television or in magic shows, and he was so scared that he was stunned and let go of the baton.
The other auxiliary police were even more shocked; the batons were made of an alloy, harder than steel.
How could the baton become as easy to break as dough in Ning Fan's hands?
