He took out another Silver Needle and plunged it directly into the throat of the old scorpion man.
The old scorpion immediately felt a suffocating sensation, with air rushing out more than in, his vast chest heaving violently, but unable to breathe. This was very uncomfortable, and he felt as though he were about to die.
"I give you a chance to speak," Yin Xiaofan said, threateningly, as he drew out another Silver Needle.
"The Iron Medal, hahaha, 'say dead,' it's not death, since I'm already dead, why should I suffer like this?" the old scorpion suddenly burst into laughter and bit his own tongue off.
Yin Xiaofan was taken aback by the old scorpion's move; he had not expected him to choose such a way.
"You want to die in front of me, you do not want to die." Yin Xiaofan
Unfortunately, the old scorpion committed suicide without asking anything.
Although somewhat disappointed, the threat of the old scorpion was finally resolved, and Yin Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief.
