Wu Fajun regained a bit of his senses and dug two fingers into his throat, trying to vomit out the water he had drunk.
Xu Chunliang laughed, "It's too late. I've been holding this bottle of water for a long time to warm it up for you. Once drunk, the Gu worms are full of vitality, and even if you spit out the water, you can't stop them from settling in your body."
"I will fight you to the end!" Wu Fajun lunged at Xu Chunliang, attempting to strangle his throat.
There's no way Xu Chunliang would let him succeed. He lifted his foot and fiercely kicked Wu Fajun's chest.
Wu Fajun was kicked backward, collapsing onto the coffee table behind him.
Struggling to get up, Wu Fajun found Xu Chunliang faster; with a move like lightning, a chilling light flashed towards Wu Fajun's right hand—a large needle pierced through the Yangchi acupoint between Wu Fajun's right hand and wrist, deeply embedding into the solid wood surface of the coffee table.
