Just as the man was trembling with panic, He Wenjie's voice sounded again: "I advise you not to pull it out yourself. If your technique is wrong, rashly pulling out the silver needle will cause the nerves on the right side of your face to slowly necrose. If treatment isn't prompt, you'll slowly become facially paralyzed. Moreover, this kind of injury doesn't reach the threshold of a minor injury under the appraisal standards, so even if you sue me, it won't cause me any harm."
Watching He Wenjie calmly say things that made his heart skip a beat, the man wished he could slap himself a few times. How much fake liquor had he drunk to take on this stalking job and provoke this living Yama? "Master, Big Brother, I beg you, spare me. I yield, please pull the needle out. Don't hurt me, I'll say anything!"
Because Guan Ju'er still had to work overtime tonight, He Wenjie drove and brought Andy back to Zhi Le. "If you have anything on your mind, don't hold it in. Ask whatever you want."
Chapter 902