The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The cigarette was put in the boss's mouth, but the lighter was handed in the direction of Gu Weimian.

Miao Jinfeng frowned.

Before he could speak, Gu Weimian pressed his shoulder.

Gu Weimian smiled slightly.

Nothing was said.

He lowered his head and took out the cloth bag holding the silver needle from his waist, and took out one.

When he turned his head, he stabbed the man in the author's wheelchair in the neck.

Everyone was stunned.

The man was also stunned.

The eyelashes of those dark peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, and they raised their eyes to look at Gu Weimian.

The surprise lasted only for a moment and soon subsided.

Gu Weimian reminded in a low voice, "Don't move."

The man's voice was calm: "Well, I won't move.

Gu Weimian raised an eyebrow, raised his eyes, and suddenly met the man's mocking eyes.

She frowned and opened her mouth.

Looking at the silver needle in his hand, he suddenly closed his mouth again.

It was her own fault.

The man seemed to see Gu Weimian's dilemma and said lightly,

"I understand, who can resist the temptation of a movie heroine?"

The tattooed men, who were a little confused at first, laughed when they saw this.

"Hey, this is not bad."

"Put a few more needles in, otherwise you won't be able to show your sincerity."

Gu Weimian did as he was told and got a few injections in succession.

A few seconds.

The men were silent and did not speak.

Gu Weimian finally straightened up.

The tattooed men applauded.

The onlookers were amazed. Is this...is this woman a little too shameless?

Gu Weimian had already strolled towards the tattooed men.

Stand in front of the tattooed man.

The boy on the side has already handed over a lighter.

Gu Weimian tilted his head, smiled slightly, took the lighter and started a flame.

The tattooed men looked at each other with a somewhat lewd smile on their faces.

He looked at Gu Weimian wildly.

The bald man raised his head high and motioned for Gu Weimian to light a cigarette.

Gu Weimian took the lighter, but instead of directly helping the bald man light the cigarette, he lit the lighter and burned the silver needle.

The bald man was startled.

The next second, he saw Gu Weimian piercing his body with the silver needle in his hand.

Before he could react, Gu Weimian had already pricked two acupuncture points in succession and quickly stopped.

The younger brothers were dumbfounded when they saw this.

By the time they reacted, Gu Weimian had already stepped back several steps.

Miao Jinfeng stayed closely by Gu Weimian's side.

The younger brothers' faces darkened and they started to chase after him.

Behind him was the bald man's scream that almost penetrated the sky.

The younger brothers rushed back to protect him.

But he saw that his boss was rolling on the ground in pain, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Doctor! Doctor!—"

The screams were so shrill that those who saw them were saddened and those who heard them shed tears.

The onlookers shuddered one after another.

After several rounds of rolling, the right side of my face became quite swollen and looked very scary.

A grown man with tears and snot mixed into a ball, not to mention how embarrassed he was.

On the other side, a man with a slicked back hair, wearing a gray suit and dressed like an elite man ran to the wheelchair man's side, sweating profusely.

"What's going on here?"

He stood in front of the man, looking at the bald man rolling on the ground, with a nervous look on his face, and asked the man, "Mr. Duan, are you okay?"

Finally, someone remembered the man in the wheelchair and looked at him curiously.

"You don't feel any pain?"

"Why don't you seem to have nothing wrong with you?"

The face of the man with the big back changed, "What's wrong? What should he, what's wrong with him?"