Lin Feng picked up the pair of specially made alloy handcuffs from the ground, walked straight to Wang Jiasheng, cuffed his wrists, then casually removed the Silver Needle from the back of Wang Jiasheng's neck, and put it back in Xue Qingyi's sleeve needle bag. He turned back with a smile, gazing at Wang Jiasheng.
"Lin Feng, you'd better think carefully before you do anything! My identity isn't as simple as you imagine... No matter what you do to me, even if I die, you'll certainly pay a heavy price for your actions!" Wang Jiasheng warned Lin Feng with a sneer while secretly mustering his strength to try to break open the alloy handcuffs on his hands.
