He Zhankui was utterly stunned. After all, he was a Sixth Grade Human-Level Martial Artist, but in front of Ding Fan, he was simply no match at all. The ease with which his arms had been severed was astonishing.
"How did you know I was here in Changan Ridge?" Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back.
Initially, after Ding Fan had killed Qi Sirong, he had hidden in Changan Ridge, mainly to evade his enemies' pursuit.
Ding Fan had been very careful, but he hadn't expected that the He Family would still manage to track him down here.
At this moment, He Zhankui's whole body trembled unceasingly from the pain, his eyes full of resentment as he stared at Ding Fan. "You want to know, but I just won't let you."
Ding Fan merely smiled lightly. "I have at least a hundred ways to make you talk… Let's choose a simple one, I can just turn you into a human stick…"