"These guys really are something else, to be so heavy-handed," the young man said, a bit embarrassed.
With caution, the young man asked, "Mr. Lin, should we wake them up?"
"No need."
Lin Mu shook his head and, under the young man's curious gaze, pulled out a silver needle and plunged it straight into one of the burly men's chests.
"Ah!"
The unconscious man's eyes shot open. His features and limbs twisted wildly, contorting in immense pain.
Witnessing this, the young man felt his scalp tingle.
In just a few breaths, the burly man's clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled from the water.
He managed to say in agony, "Spare... spare my life. Please, let me go."
Lin Mu chuckled. "Let you go? The show has only just begun."
The point Lin Mu's needle had struck was the man's Danzhong Point.
Being pierced there wouldn't be immediately fatal, but it would cause unbearable, excruciating pain.
As Lin Mu finished speaking, he brandished his needles again.
