Bang bang bang!
Muffled thuds echoed through the air, the iron rods had been hitting Ning Fan's knees for who knows how long.
Ning Fan stood upright, unyielding no matter how the two men struck him.
Xu Ruolan bit her lip, unable to watch Ning Fan being beaten without fighting back; she instinctively covered her eyes and her heart began to ache for him.
Under Long Tianze's direction, two men in black repeatedly struck Ning Fan's body with their clubs, more than fifty times, yet Ning Fan's figure did not twist in the slightest.
The iron rods struck Ning Fan's knees as if hitting nothing at all, Ning Fan looked coldly at Long Tianze, his face expressionless, silent.
Crack!
The already deformed iron rod broke apart, the man in black furrowed his brow, looking at Ning Fan's current state, he felt a wave of fear.
The other man in black was also drawn by the noise and gasped as he saw the broken rod in his companion's hand.
