The silver needle plunges in!
A furious roar abruptly ceases.
Abulaxi can only glower fiercely at Wu Jie.
Unable to speak, unable to move.
The torment of pain strikes again.
If looks could kill, Abulaxi would have crushed Wu Jie into minced meat long ago.
But there are no "ifs" in the world, only dire consequences.
Abulaxi, consumed by hatred, continuously struggles, spasms, and trembles.
Wu Jie does not linger long, rising to leave the room.
Outside, Abulaxi's bodyguards are still in good spirits.
They believe their boss's strange illness is almost healed and that it won't be long before they can escort him back to Baldet.
Seeing the skilled Wu Jie, each of them hurriedly shows their respects with added reverence.
Wu Jie smiles without a word, heading next door to find Tang Xiao who had just finished a phone call.
