Luo Ye called out several times, but there wasn't even a slight response from Guan Hongjun's side. Zhao Qianqian, waiting nearby, furrowed her brows in worry and then kicked Triangle Eyes: "How many insiders do you have? Now, I can only suspect this direction."
Triangle Eyes smiled smugly: "You guess."
"Guess your head!" Luo Ye jabbed a needle at his forehead, "If this needle isn't removed correctly within half an hour, what will happen? You guess?"
Triangle Eyes suddenly felt a numbing itch on his scalp; he wanted to scratch, but his hands couldn't move. If he didn't scratch, the itch was unbearable, so he had no choice but to twist his body around. Luo Ye untied the ropes from Jing Aixiang and set him aside, watching Triangle Eyes with a gloating expression: "Comfortable, right? It'll get more comfortable soon."
