"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking," Zhao Yuan said coldly after handing out the paper and pens. "You want to write less, or just scribble nonsense, right?"
At having their thoughts laid bare, the expressions of Master Tie and the other thugs shifted.
Zhao Yuan reached into his pocket. Using the movement as cover, he retrieved several Golden Needles from his Storage Ring Space. Before they could react, he jabbed the needles into the men holding the pens and paper.
An intense, biting itch erupted from where the Golden Needles were embedded. It shot along their meridians, rapidly spreading through their entire bodies. They felt as if they'd been dropped into an anthill, with millions of ants crawling all over them, gnawing at their flesh, causing unbearable torment!
This itching sensation was simply more agonizing than pain.
"Hahaha, it itches! It's so itchy!"
"It's biting and itching, itching and biting! It's unbearable! I can't take it anymore, hahahaha..."
