"Big Brother, please don't! We can talk this out, there's room for discussion!" An Zhiwen was terrified.
But Chen Xiaobei couldn't be bothered with him. He brandished the Silver Needle and pierced it right through An Zhiwen's trousers.
"AAAAAAAAH!"
An Zhiwen let out a horrifying scream. He felt as if his private part was being roasted on a stove; the sensation was scorchingly painful. He could no longer care about shame and quickly unbuckled his belt, yanking down his trousers.
The sight that followed nearly scared An Zhiwen to death.
His normally flaccid manhood was swelling at an alarming rate, inflating like a balloon. If it continued to expand like this, it was bound to burst!
"Big Brother! Ancestor! Spare my life!"
THUD.
An Zhiwen was thoroughly convinced. He kowtowed and pleaded, "I was blind not to recognize your greatness! I beg you, withdraw your Divine Skills!"
"The An family has only had one son for three generations; I can't be the one to end the line!"
