Zheng Gang coughed up large amounts of blood, "Cough, cough... Do you want to know who the real mastermind behind the scenes is?"
"Heh, I just won't tell you."
Chu Yang's expression was indifferent, "Are you not afraid that I'll kill you?"
Zheng Gang laughed out loud, "I've known for a long time that this day would come."
"Go ahead!"
Chu Yang looked down at Zheng Gang, "Your life is in my hands."
"Whether I live or die isn't up to you."
Chu Yang waved his hand and took out a pack of acupuncture needles.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Three needles pierced into three acupuncture points on Zheng Gang's body.
"Ah... it's so uncomfortable..."
Zheng Gang immediately began to scream, feeling his qi-blood reversing its flow and his meridians rotting inch by inch, while his internal organs felt like they were being sliced with a knife.