"Su Sheng, must you speak like this? I don't want you to end up in jail,"
Caught in the heat of the moment, Zijun spoke her heart out; she admitted that she couldn't ignore this man's fate, yet Su Sheng, even at this juncture, was still uttering infuriating words.
"Then I thank you for your concern."
Su Sheng smiled briefly, wasting no further words. He had been patient for too long, restraining himself from torturing Wu Gang in public time and again.
Murder doesn't always show blood, nor does it require the victim to die, for there is a technique known as the living dead.
With a flick of his right little finger, he pinched a silver needle and blurted out, "My father was known as Sage Hand King Yama; everyone knew he had unparalleled medical skills, capable of curing a hundred diseases, yet they did not know that the title of King Yama could also kill. It only takes a tiny silver needle, just like this one."
