The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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The cigarette was placed in the boss's mouth, but the lighter was handed towards Gu Weimian. Gu Weimian raised her eyebrows, looked up, and suddenly met the man's mocking eyes. "What's going on?" 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.
The cigarette was placed in the boss's mouth, but the lighter was handed towards Gu Weimian.
Miao Jinfeng frowned.
Before he could say anything, Gu Weimian pressed his shoulder.
Gu Weimian smiled slightly.
Nothing said.
He lowered his head and took out the cloth bag containing silver needles from his waist and took out one.
When he turned around, he stabbed the neck of the man in the author's wheelchair.
Everyone was stunned.
The man was also stunned.
The eyelashes of those dark peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Gu Weimian.
The surprise was only for a moment and soon subsided.
Gu Weimian whispered, "Don't move."
The man said in a flat voice: “Well, I won’t move.
Gu Weimian raised her eyebrows, looked up, 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.
She acted on her own.
The man seemed to see Gu Weiman's embarrassment and said calmly,
"I understand. Who can resist the allure of a movie heroine?"
The tattooed men, who were initially confused, started laughing when they saw this.
"Oh, that's not bad."
"Give me a few more injections, or I won't be able to show my sincerity."
Gu Weimian did as he was told and gave several injections in a row.
A few seconds.
The men were silent.
Gu Weimian finally straightened up.
The tattooed men clapped their hands.
The onlookers were amazed. Isn't this...is this woman a little too shameless?
Gu Weiman had already walked towards the tattooed men.
Stand still in front of the tattooed man.
The younger brother next to him had already handed over a lighter.
Gu Weimian tilted his head, smiled slightly, took the lighter and lit the flame.
The tattooed men looked at each other, with lewd smiles on their faces.
He looked at Gu Weiman with a presumptuous gaze.
The bald man raised his head high and motioned Gu Weiman to light a cigarette.
Gu Weimian took the lighter, but did not directly help the bald man light the cigarette. Instead, he lit the lighter and burned the silver needles.
The bald man was stunned.
The next second, Gu Weimian stabbed him with the silver needle in his hand.
Before he could react, Gu Weimian had already pierced two acupuncture points in succession and quickly withdrew.
The younger brothers were dumbfounded when they saw this.
By the time they reacted, Gu Weiman had already retreated several steps away.
Miao Jinfeng stayed close to Gu Weiman.
The younger brothers' faces darkened and they were about to chase after him.
Behind him was the bald man's scream that almost pierced the sky.
The younger brothers hurried 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 anyone who saw them felt sad and anyone who heard them cried.
The onlookers shuddered.
After rolling around for a few rounds, the right side of his face was swollen and looked very scary.
A grown man, his tears and snot mixed together, it was so embarrassing.
On the other side, a man with slicked-back hair, wearing a gray suit and dressed in elite attire ran to the side of the man in the wheelchair, sweating profusely.
"What's going on?"
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.
"Aren't you in pain?"
"How come you seem fine?"
The man with the slicked-back hair looked unhappy. "What's wrong? Is he, is he in trouble?"