361: Chapter 360: Removal of Pain Sensory Nerves 361: Chapter 360: Removal of Pain Sensory Nerves Crackle crackle crackle, orange arcs of electricity danced along the whip, turning the entire whip in the cold woman’s hand a bright orange.
The leading SUV was instantly cleaved in two, and the following two vehicles, aware of these people’s prowess, were planning to hit the brakes, get out, and tie up these attackers to create a chance for the others to break through.
But the woman didn’t give them the opportunity.
With a smack, she swung her electric whip, flipping over the two vehicles behind her.
Rumbling and tumbling, the two vehicles rolled across the ground, disorienting the five or six security personnel inside, who then scrambled out with their pistols.
However, the very next second, before they could counterattack, those five assailants charged forward, killing each of them one by one.
In the blink of an eye, several members of the convoy were decapitated, and one was even bisected at the waist by the electric whip, his entrails and blood splattering everywhere.
The blood turned the ground a deep red, and the vehicles behind came to a complete stop.
The strength of these five was formidable, and, paired with the electric whips in their hands, they were unstoppable.
These electric whips could cleave vehicles in two, let alone flesh; the personnel in charge of this convoy were elite security from a private company, yet none could face these five.
They had not anticipated such strong opponents.
“Don’t make any sudden moves!” Ning Fan held back the man in black next to him who was trying to get out and immediately raised his voice to stop them.
These five were not opponents they could handle; going out now was akin to courting death.
The remaining two vehicles stopped behind, with no one else coming out.
The five assailants walked briskly towards them, their faces expressionless.
One of them approached the SUV where Ning Fan was, punching towards the car door, intent on forcefully breaking it open and dragging out the people inside.
Bang!
A fist burst through the door; before the man in the coat could break through, Ning Fan’s fist was already there, striking the man’s chest.
The sound of a sternum shattering followed, and the man was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.
Ning Fan stepped out slowly and, standing outside the car, said softly to the security personnel inside, “Stay in the vehicle.”
His tone was bland but seemed to carry an irresistible magical power, silencing the security personnel who wanted to object.
The man on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up, expressionless, as if the fractured sternum had no effect on him.
“We have a master fighter!” The five assailants, noticing Ning Fan’s sudden move, became more vigilant.
The one Ning Fan had sent flying was especially angry and began swinging his electric whip at Ning Fan again.
Ning Fan, seeing the coat-wearing man’s swift attack, hooked a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, his figure flashed, and he appeared beside the man, grabbing his wrist.
Crack!
Ning Fan twisted the man’s wrist, breaking it.
Yet, the man’s face showed no sign of pain.
Ning Fan had not yet noticed this oddity and simply wrested the electric whip from the man’s hand and then severed his arm.
Sizzle!
Blood spurting wildly, like a fountain, coated the ground, while Ning Fan took a step back with the electric whip, avoiding the blood.
But the strangeness became apparent, the man whose arm had been severed by Ning Fan showed no change in expression, not even a grimace of pain, and, wielding his left arm, he struck at Ning Fan.
“What the hell?!”
Ning Fan dodged the man’s attack and stared at him in wonder.
This person was not only unfazed by having his arm severed, showing no sign of pain, but he also counterattacked and his fighting power was undiminished.
“You couldn’t possibly…
lack a sense of pain!”
Ning Fan furrowed his brow, looking at the man in front of him whose right arm was still spraying blood, and ventured a guess.
The man opposite had no change in expression, other than looking pale due to the heavy bleeding; there wasn’t a trace of pain on his face.
“Heh!” The man let out a cold laugh and did not answer Ning Fan.
But Ning Fan had already guessed the truth, and blurted out, “Pain nerve excision surgery, you are from the Fang Guild!”
Ning Fan chuckled, never expecting to run into someone from the Fang Guild on such a narrow path.
“You know?!”
Not only did the man facing Ning Fan change color, but the other four were also looking at Ning Fan with astonishment.
This guy definitely had an extraordinary background!
Noticing their astonished expressions, Ning Fan was even more certain they were from the Fang Guild.
“Pain nerve excision surgery, only you lunatics would use such a method, but now it makes sense…”
People of the Fang Guild were lunatics in Ning Fan’s eyes, capable of devising such a torture for their own people.
It was no surprise they would be interested in genetic potions.
As Asura, the once number one figure in the Phantom Guild, Ning Fan was very familiar with the Fang Guild, so calling this a narrow path was quite apt.
Recognizing them as people from the Fang Guild immediately was because their lack of pain nerves had become their trademark.
The Fang Guild possessed world-class pain nerve excision surgery, Ning Fan could not possibly fail to recognize these lunatics.
“What exactly are you planning to do?
To enhance the Guild’s combat effectiveness, you remove pain nerves and become monsters who know no pain?
And now you’ve come to Huaxia to create trouble?”
Ning Fan said with a mocking tone.
These people, unaware of pain, had combat abilities that were a notch above the average person’s.
As long as their heads weren’t blown to smithereens, these lunatics wouldn’t lose their fighting capacity.
“Huaxia is not a place where you can run wild.
This genetic potion doesn’t belong to you, so get back to North Africa!”
Ning Fan coldly watched the five people, uninterested in whatever the Fang Guild’s ultimate goal was.
Right now, all he knew was this group had intruded into his hometown and harbored ambitions for the genetic potion he and Xu Ruolan had jointly developed.
Whether it was one point or the other, Ning Fan would not let them off.
Not to mention these people were from the Fang Guild, Ning Fan certainly wouldn’t show any mercy.
“Who are you exactly, and why do you understand our Fang Guild so well?!”
The man in front of Ning Fan widened his eyes and asked loudly, knowing they’d been recognized so easily, Ning Fan’s identity was definitely not simple.
“Could it be, you’re the ‘Ninth Master’ our commander spoke of?
It really is you; it seems your identity is not that simple after all!”
“Heh heh, dead men don’t need to know so much.” Ning Fan lit a cigarette and looked indifferently at the five people.
“Stop wasting words with him, the plan is crucial.
Finish him quickly and take the genetic potion!”
At that moment, a warrior from the Fang Guild reminded the others.
Their primary goal was the genetic potion, not to chat idly with Ning Fan.