Wang Meng yanked out the deepest one embedded in his buttocks. The pain was so immense that Zhang Xiaojiang felt the world shake, but the scream that rose in his throat died for lack of strength.
Zhang Xiaojiang's eyes went wide, obviously still wanting to hear the secret. The others truly didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the fatty's tenacity.
"...You fell for it. How could a straightforward guy like me have any secrets?"
Zhang Xiaopang's eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. He could finally rest in peace.
Luu Mei cried out in alarm. Wang Meng gently laid Zhang Xiaojiang down. "He's fine. His injuries aren't as severe as Hu Jing's, they'll just be a pain to nurse back to health."
One had to be relaxed when the needles were pulled. The more tense Zhang Xiaojiang was, the tighter his muscles became, which would only lead to more severe injuries when they were extracted.
