Chapter 2316 — Who Exactly Are You? (Part 2)
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"Awoo—" A shrill, wretched scream burst from between Big Feng's clenched teeth. Then he was rolling on the floor, feeling as though countless ants were biting at his skin, gnawing without pause—yet his hands would not move, could not scratch the itch. He could only keep rolling back and forth on the ground to ease the torment!
The office's desks and chairs, the vases, the magazine racks—everything was bowled over by Big Feng's thrashing body. This sensation was agony beyond endurance!
What was happening? Had Wei Zhao poisoned him? Was there poison on those silver needles?
At that thought, Big Feng tried to roll the needles out of his body—and indeed he succeeded; the needles did roll off—but the pain wracking his body did not lessen in the slightest!
Only then did Big Feng finally understand what "won't regret it" meant. At this moment he truly wished he were dead! He rolled back and forth across the floor, but it did little good. He wailed, he howled in agony...
"You're too noisy!" Wei Zhao frowned. With a casual flick of his hand, another silver needle flew out and pierced Big Feng's mute acupoint, so that he could make no sound at all. Even in his agony, all he could produce was a hoarse "heh... heh..."
Acupoint sealing was a technique Wei Zhao's master had once taught him; it could be done with silver needles or with the fingers. But this move could inflict tremendous suffering on an enemy, so Wei Zhao seldom used it—only on those he utterly loathed would he let them taste it.
At this moment Big Feng's heart was filled with terror. The physical pain need not be mentioned; the torment in his mind was what truly horrifies him now. Not only was he in unspeakable agony, he could not make a single sound!
Just who in the world was this man before him, to possess such methods?
He had said he was an enemy of the Red Conch—but the Red Conch had no enemies at all! On the surface, the Red Conch and the Fire Wolf Gang fought like fire and water, but that was all a show. A minor boss like Big Feng knew the truth: the Red Conch and the Fire Wolf Gang were in fact one and the same lineage, powers built by a single boss behind the scenes...
Could he be from the Mysterious Investigation Bureau? When it came to enemies of the Red Conch, the only one Big Feng could think of was the Mysterious Investigation Bureau.
But since when had the Mysterious Investigation Bureau produced such a ruthless man? Could his own gang's intelligence network really be so weak?
No matter—at least for now, Big Feng truly was suffering a fate worse than death! He wanted Wei Zhao to kill him, to finish him; he even wanted to end his own life, but his hands would not move and he could not open his mouth to speak. He could not even die—death was denied him!
Wei Zhao had said he hoped Big Feng would not regret it. But in this moment, he truly did regret it. It hurt so much—he wanted so badly to die!
Yet Wei Zhao seemed to have seen straight through his thoughts. He struck again, a silver needle shooting from his hand to release Big Feng's mute acupoint, and this time the man could make sound once more—and went right on screaming. (To be continued.) RQ