Bang! Bang!
In the blink of an eye, the three people who had just fled were sent crashing back together at the very spot they had been standing before. They cried out miserably, their faces filled with terror as they stared at Chen Fan. How could this man be so terrifying?
"Now then, who will tell me where your hideout is?" Chen Fan asked with a smile, looking exceptionally friendly. He did not like searching for things, especially not searching without a clear direction.
The three said nothing. Chen Fan pointed at one of them. "Finger Pistol!"
Pfft! A hole appeared in the man's forehead. The terror and disbelief in his eyes gradually faded, and with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground.
What Chen Fan had used was Finger Pistol, one of the Navy Six Styles. Chen Fan had mastered every technique of the Navy Six Styles, and each one possessed extraordinary power. Against humans, the Navy Six Styles were practically slaughter techniques.
Seeing their companion die just like that, the other two looked at Chen Fan with even greater fear. This smiling man was more terrifying than those Demons.
"I'll ask one more time!"
"No! We don't have a base. We act freely. The Fallen Angel lords give us orders at any time. During the day, we lie low in town, and at night, we come out to hunt the priests sent by the Church. We're telling the truth."
Chen Fan frowned. He could tell that they were speaking the truth, but he was very dissatisfied with what they had said. Did that not mean there was no point in keeping these guys alive?
"What a pity. If you don't even have any useful information, what's the point of keeping you alive?" Chen Fan flicked two fingers in