"What are you going to do?"
Retreating two steps, Xu Changxiong watched as Zhang Xiaofan held the silver needle and spoke.
In a fight, Xu Changxiong knew he was definitely no match for Zhang Xiaofan since moments ago Zhang Xiaofan had effortlessly sent the two men he brought flying with just two kicks.
Now seeing the silver needle in Zhang Xiaofan's hand, he was certain that Zhang Xiaofan was about to do something to him.
Whoosh!
Zhang Xiaofan accurately targeted Xu Changxiong with the silver needle in his hand.
Ah!
Before Xu Changxiong could react, he felt an unbearable sharp pain in his neck.
He immediately began to scream.
"Xiaofan! What are you doing..."
"It's nothing, just watch, Uncle Xu. He will confess in a moment."
Zhang Xiaofan said.
To Xu Changjie, Zhang Xiaofan's actions were utterly baffling.
He couldn't keep up with his pace at all.
"Bastard! What did you do to me."
"Why does my neck hurt so much."
The pain made Xu Changxiong shout and yell.
Whoosh!
