Within no time, the middle-aged man was sweating and looked as if he had been running in the rain. His mouth was gaping wide open but he could not even make a sound, let alone say any words.
Chu Li knew that Xhao Qingshan had sealed his voice box through acupuncture.
Zhao Qingshan was leisurely enjoying his meal and barely cared about him.
He did all this just to make the middle-aged man live in despair for a short period of time in hope that when he did release the acupuncture, the man would spit out any information he knew.
"That's about it, Mr Zhao Qingshan." Hai Qingshan said as he turned and looked at Zhao Qingshan.
He felt as if the man was about to die.
Zhao Qingshan shook his head and said, "Hai Qingshan, you're still too soft-hearted!"
Hai Qingshan could only smile out of embarrassment. He was able to kill people but he could not stand looking at people suffer. He would have definitely ended them in a single strike.