Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One
About ten minutes had passed when Long Xiaoshan withdrew the Golden Needle.
After the needle was removed, the pain gradually disappeared.
However, Long Fakui could hardly get up anymore.
His body still seemed caught in the painful aftereffects, twitching continuously.
"How do you feel?"
Long Xiaoshan's voice was remarkably calm.
"Devil, you devil," Long Fakui looked at Long Xiaoshan, his eyes now filled with fear.
To tell the truth, Long Fakui had also been involved in some shady dealings before.
Ordinary pain didn't bother him.
But such agony was a thousand times more excruciating than death.
"Do you want to experience it again?" Long Xiaoshan held the needle, making a gesture as if to pierce Long Fakui once more.
"No, please no, don't do it," pleaded Long Fakui, shrinking back as if frantic, the man in his forties completely breaking down and screaming, "Spare me, please spare me, I won't dare to do it again."