The new torture device gleamed with the luster of steel, casting a cold light under the illumination, probably consisting of twenty curved hooks -- sharp and pointed, dreadfully chilling to look upon.
Ning Fan recognized the implement at a glance, biting back his teeth, he suppressed the rage without striking at Apollo.
Apollo was a tyrant, and Ning Fan knew that if he dared to make a move, Apollo would certainly not hesitate to kill Xu Ruolan, which was precisely Ning Fan's vulnerability at the moment.
"Asura, look at this. This is the latest alloy developed by the Fang Guild, this device was specially crafted for you overnight. You should know what it's for, right?"
Apollo was now only a step away from Ning Fan, unworried about Ning Fan laying a hand on him, because he had Xu Ruolan in his grasp.
With Xu Ruolan in hand, Ning Fan's vulnerability was fully controlled by him.
"Why aren't you speaking? I thought you'd be howling like a dog that's lost its home!"