The young man was overjoyed, recalled the flying needle, and walked towards Wang Yang.

A winding line of blood flowed out from where the flying needle had just penetrated.

"You can't kill him! He will recover soon. If you kill him, the guards won't let you go!"

Ah Lu finally reacted and stood in front of Wang Yang.

"Do you want to die?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

The flying needle appeared next to him again, the tip of the needle glowing with sharp light, facing A Lu.

"If you kill me, there are not enough manpower, and the guards will not let you go!"

Ah Lu gritted her teeth and still held on.

"snort!"

The young man looked disdainfully and looked up and down at Alu's figure and face.

"Won't I be able to deal with you if I don't kill you? Maybe you want to experience the feeling of life being worse than death. I don't mind if you are covered in sores!"

"you--"

"Get away yet!"

The situation was stronger than his own, so Ah Lu had no choice but to retreat. He had to give up on Wang Yang and consider other ways to escape.

The young man walked to Wang Yang and squatted down, reaching out to touch his chest. Others stood not far away and watched, but no one spoke.

Crackling!

A burst of electricity suddenly surged out, shocking the young man and hastily retracting his hand.

"What the hell?"

The young man moved his numb hands, feeling a little bad in his heart.

Is it true that this kid can't recover?

No, this is the first task given to me by outsiders. If I can't handle this even well, I will definitely be abandoned by them.

Regardless of whether it will recover or not, just die!

The flying needle appeared again and shot toward Wang Yang's eyes.

Snapped!

A hand suddenly stretched out and blocked his eyes. The flying needle penetrated into it and was stuck inside, only one millimeter away from the eyeball.

Wang Yang slowly opened his eyes, and a golden thunder flashed deep in his eyes.

Poof!
Chapter completed!