Chapter 501 Have You Thought About What Happens to You

• Just as Zhao Weiqiang sat there, totally lost, Eric Goodwell flicked his wrist and drove a silver needle straight into the pressure point at his forehead.
• “Guh, guh, guh…”
• The instant the needle pierced that spot, Zhao Weiqiang jolted like he’d been hit with a live wire. His eyes bulged, his jaw yawned wide, and his limbs thrashed out of control. His features twisted into a knot of pain he’d never even imagined.