"Just right for me to practice my skills on you!" Song Xiaodong brandished the Golden Needle, looking at Zhou Changsheng's terrified face, feeling a wave of nausea.
Secretary Niu and Xu Jiahui didn't know what Song Xiaodong was holding, but Song Xiaoru knew its power well, as Song Xiaodong practiced on a large iron plate at home every day. If it could pierce several centimeters into the iron plate, sticking it into a person would not be fatal on the spot?
Song Xiaoru also panicked, and directly moved from behind Song Xiaodong to in front of him, spreading her arms to block Zhou Changsheng.
