The Silver Needle was exceedingly fine, almost without lustre, indetectable to anyone lacking profound martial arts skills. Particularly now, Pei Jinheng was extremely complacent, laughing incessantly, completely unaware.
"Pfft!"
The Silver Needle pierced directly into the side of his throat, horizontally penetrating!
Ugh...
Pei Jinheng felt his breath stall, his throat numbed, and then, his breathing grew increasingly rapid.
"Not good, there's an assassin!"
Suddenly, dozens of men in black appeared beside him; they were all there to protect Pei Jinheng and rushed to take action upon seeing him attacked by an assassin.
But it was too late!
The Silver Needle had struck with ruthless force and pinpoint accuracy; Pei Jinheng clutched his throat, his face gradually turning red, and he fainted directly to the ground.
From the moment Pei Jinheng was struck by the needle to when he collapsed to the ground, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
