Nick was most likely the spy he said he was. He learned that Ning Fan was quite skilled, so he wanted to send Ning Fan away and attack alone.
Although Ning Fan said that he did not have the strength at his peak, it was not something that these people could figure out.
Returning to the camp in the valley in one breath, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
When Ning Fan stopped, because the pervasive stench was mixed with the strong smell of blood, something had indeed happened.
The cover of the camp had long been destroyed, and there were still tire marks from several vehicles on the ground.
"Is there anyone else?" Ning Fan shouted loudly.
Unfortunately, no one responded. Instead, three red-clad cultists walked out of the cave, holding guns in their hands.
After seeing the oriental face of Ning Fan, they were all a little surprised. Why would there be an oriental here? Maybe he was a tourist who came here.
"Where have you taken all the people here? If you tell me, I will let you go." Ning Fan asked coldly.
The three of them looked at each other, laughed involuntarily, and immediately pointed their guns at Ning Fan.
"They have been taken away by us a long time ago. There is no need for you to be anxious, because you will meet them soon."
"Then you are thinking wrong."
Ning Fan turned around and disappeared into the darkness, and the three red-clothed cultists immediately chased after him, falling into Ning Fan's trap.
In the darkness, Ning Fan is the god of the night, and it doesn't take much effort to deal with these three people.
As the opponent approached, he was slapped in the face, and with a bang, the leader of the red-clothed cultist had his head blown off by Ning Fan.
Blood and some contents of the brain were scattered on the ground, and the headless body also fell straight to the ground.
The remaining two red-clad cultists were immediately scared to death, just when they were about to shoot.
Ning Fan's big hand directly grabbed the neck of a red-clothed cultist and exerted a slight force.
"Crack!!!"
Only a crisp click sound was heard, and the red-clothed cultist's neck was broken by Ning Fan.
The last one, whose face turned pale with fright, was kicked four to five meters away by Ning Fan.
"boom!!!"
The red-clothed cultist rolled on the foul-smelling dirt. His chest was in severe pain, and Ning Fan came over and stepped on his chest.
"Friend, friend, friend from the East, please don't kill me, I will say anything." The red-clad believer immediately begged for mercy.
Ning Fan asked: "Let's cut the nonsense and tell you what the Tu Anya family wants to do, what is their purpose of arresting these people, and what gods do they believe in."
"They, they are cannibals. The Tuanya family is the descendant of cannibals. They capture young girls just to eat, and the remaining people are given to their captive gods."
"Descendants of cannibals?"
The red-clothed cultist nodded quickly and said, "Yes, they are the descendants of cannibals and specialize in eating people."
Ning Fan can still believe in cannibalism. In places like the West, there are some nobles who just like to eat people.
In their eyes, only cannibalism can demonstrate their noble status, but in fact it is just caused by their abnormal psychology.
"Where is the Tu Anya family? Take me there and spare your life." Ning Fan said.
"Yes Yes Yes!"
There was no one in the camp anymore. Ning Fan picked up a submachine gun on the ground and took the red-clad cultist hostage into a car.