Sometimes, a person can look more terrifying when smiling than when they are raging with anger.
Just now, Zhao Yang had successfully urged the old man to nominate himself, and his impromptu campaign speech had received an unimaginably good effect. Zhao Yang was still in a pretty good mood, but his smile looked unbearably terrifying and bizarre to Wu Mei and Square Face, like the devil's grin!
Wu Mei feared that Zhao Yang would do it again and hurriedly nodded vigorously, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets!
Zhao Yang seemed very satisfied with Wu Mei's reaction and turned to Square Face with a smile, "There's another acupoint that's even more fun. As soon as the needle goes in, you'll feel like you've been thrown into boiling hot oil... You've surely eaten seafood before, right? When you toss a live crab into the pot, it desperately tries to crawl out, but crabs can't scream, which is boring. People are different; just throw someone into hot oil, and they will..."
