They watched Shen Zhou with excitement and terror, as if they had already seen his head being squeezed.
Shen Zhou chuckled and said, "Then you'll have to kneel and kowtow, calling me Boss."
"In your dreams! I don't believe a young punk like you can cure my headache. I'll give you a shot, but you better be ready to die!" Gao Da said fiercely.
Shen Zhou remained calm and collected as he inserted several silver needles into a few acupuncture points on the head.
The shiny silver needles trembled slightly on top of his skull.
Shen Zhou flicked them gently, keeping a steady rhythm, causing the needles to quiver, like willows swaying in the wind.
The surroundings quieted down, waiting to see the spectacle.
Someone muttered, "Is this so crude? Just three or four silver needles to cure Gao Da? I've seen an old Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner insert hundreds of needles on his head, making him look like a porcupine's big brother, and even that didn't work."
