"Ah!"
A scream resonated in a small room less than twenty square meters in size. At this moment, Zhou Xia's face was pale, devoid of any color, drenched in sweat with his hair soaked and hanging down. His shirt was also soaked, droplets of sweat trickling down the hem, falling to the ground. If he continued like this, severe dehydration was likely.
"Heh, can't take it after just three needles?!"
Ignoring the sweat on Zhou Xia's face, Hao Jian reached out and patted his cheek, a sly smile slowly curving on his lips as he said coldly, "Weren't you quite tough just now?!"
"You... you demon!"
The pain surging through his body constantly assaulted Zhou Xia's mind. He gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on Hao Jian, as a plea crept into his voice, "As long as you don't touch my family, I... I will... I will talk!"
"Haha! Do you have the right to bargain with me now?!"
