This thug was pointed at, curled up with Brother Biao, gritting his teeth, enduring endless pain.
The remaining three petty thugs, hearing Wu Xiaoyu talk about pain acupoints, were dumbstruck. What kind of world is this?
Who exactly have we offended? How are there acupoints? Am I dreaming? Did I time travel?
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old thug, immersed in online novels, feared he had encountered something mysterious, and pinched his thigh hard.
The pain in his thigh let him know this was not a dream, it was real, and he really had come to rob with Brother Biao!
Wu Xiaoyu saw Brother Biao and his man on the ground, in unbearable pain, unable to emit even a scream, fearing they might bite their tongues and commit suicide from the pain, so he released their acupoints.
The two were touched lightly by Wu Xiaoyu again, feeling as if a force shackling their entire bodies suddenly disappeared, their bodies relaxed immediately, but they were still weak and limp.
