Chapter 30: Blood Blocking Needle

The scream came from Chanan. His right arm was currently locked by Fabricio, and it looked completely deformed. Cha- Chanan's arm was actually broken? Holy shit! Chanan was a Shaolin outer disciple under Master Yan Jue. He was so good at kung fu that he was just a step away from being accepted as an inner disciple. And he wasn't bragging before this. He really did single-handedly defeat 23 of Scar's men. That's how he became Scar's right-hand man. But how could such a ruthless person be defeated in just one move? How could this be! ? With a muffled "Plop", Chanan was kicked to the ground, wailing as he held his arm. However, Fabricio ignored his screams and said sternly: "Don't waste your energy, let your men come at me together. Don't delay my meal time!” Everyone was speechless. Facing the leader in the Economic Development District and more than fifty thugs, not only were you fearless, you were still thinking about dinner? Does this mean you don't take Scar seriously at all? Arrogant, too arrogant. Scar trembled angrily, but he didn't dare to act rashly. There was no choice. If Chanan could fight against twenty men, how strong must the guy in front of him be to beat Chanan with just one move? With roughly fifty people... was there a chance? But he couldn't be cowardly, otherwise how would Scar continue to reign supreme in this area? Therefore, after closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, his gaze turned cold, "Boy, I admit that I have underestimated you, but do you really think you have what it takes to challenge me in a fight?" "No matter how good you are at fighting, can you beat a gun or a cannon?" "Even if you can..." With a fierce gleam in his eyes, Scar spat, "You have friends and relatives, right? You..." Before he finished speaking, things became a blur and the next moment... There was a muffled "bang"! Before anyone could react, Fabricio took a hold of Scar's neck and smashed him onto the hood of a car! "Cough, cough..." The pain in his back was agonizing, as if his spine was about to break, and his throat felt as though it was clamped by an iron vise. Breathing was like a luxury for him. It was as if he had experienced death and was instantly enveloped in fear. "How dare you threaten me? Go to hell!" After saying that, his right hand tightened its grip. "Ouch!!!" The strenuous roar finally snapped Scar's men out of their trance and they rushed towards Fabricio while shouting! "Do you have a death wish? Let Master Scar go quickly!" "I'm going to fucking kill you!" "Hands off, do you hear me?" A steel pipe was swung, and the target was clearly the back of Fabricio's head. Eichen, who was upstairs, saw this scene clearly, and couldn't help but shout in fear, "Fabricio, be careful!" "Thump!!!" With a dull and loud sound, the steel pipe hit someone's head square on. However, there was no screaming, and no one fell. On the contrary, the gangsters began to retreat in fear, each of them looking helpless and uneasy. Because that pipe had hit Scar on the head. He was held in mid-air by Fabricio with one hand, and blood was surging down from his head. In the blink of an eye, his face and shirt were completely soaked. Fabricio pretended that he didn't see that. He looked around and grinned "Keep going, why aren't you fighting? Come on, don't stop!" One of the thugs couldn't help yelling, "Boy, you son of a..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked in the chest and sent flying. While he was still in mid-air, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Fabricio glanced around with a death stare, "You can fight me, but if you continue to curse me, I'll make you mute for life!" "Gulp..." The crowd unconsciously took half a step back as they swallowed. It wasn't until now that they calmed down and remembered that this man... could cripple Chanan with just one move. Chanan once showed off his strength on the strength testing machine while boasting. The machine hit its peak with just one punch! According to him, if he gave his all, ordinary people would not be able to withstand even one punch from him. It was a certain death! If Chanan was so, let alone the person in front of them? Yell at him? Was anyone unafraid of death? Seeing that everyone was frightened, Fabricio smashed Scar on the hood of his Mercedes-Benz again. Then, he took out his silver needles and pricked the latter's head several times. The bleeding stopped instantly. This wasn't over yet. Immediately afterwards, he tore off Scar's expensive shirt and stabbed hard with a needle. "Hiss!!!" While hissing, Scar's eyes snapped open instantly and he looked at Fabricio with a gaze full of horror. "Slap!" After slapping Scar gently on the face, Fabricio tightened his grip on the needles and pierced Scar needle by needle. While doing so, he said indifferently, "I suddenly remembered that it is illegal to kill, so I decided to spare your life for now." "But I know very well about people like you. Once given an opportunity, you would be reckless enough to do anything. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I've decided..." The dense silver needles quickly occupied the space on his chest completely. Fabricio pierced the last needle in with a playful smile, "I might as well leave you with something fun." Scar tried to struggle, but he was shocked when he realized that he could not move at all. His tone was panicked and filled with anger, "You, what did you do to me?" With a snap of his fingers, Fabricio quickly pulled the needle out and said, "Look at your chest." Scar subconsciously struggled to get up, and found that he could finally move. He looked down quickly, and what he saw made his pupils tighten. There was...a thin line of blood above his belly button! It wasn't that long, only two centimeters at most. He rubbed it with his hand, but it couldn't be wiped off, so he panickily said, "What... what is this?" Fabricio smiled, "It's nothing, it's just a blood blocking needle. Its specific function...is to gradually slow your blood circulation down until the blood finally stops flowing." "What!?" Scar expression changed at once. Even without medical knowledge, everyone knew what it means once your blood circulation stops. This… Fabricio grinned, "I know it's hard for you to believe it, but it doesn't matter. You should feel something after twelve hours. Then, you will have twenty-four hours to seek medical consultation, but keep in mind!" Staring into his eyes, Fabricio emphasized, "If you fail to fix it within thirty-six hours, you will die!" As he gently flicked the silver needle on Scar's forehead, Fabricio continued while smiling, "I'm giving this to you for free, so that you won't die of excessive blood loss before you get to the hospital. Hurry up and go to the hospital for a check-up now, but believe me, it'll be futile." After saying so, he turned around and strode towards Lee's Grill. As for compensation? There was no need to rush. He believed that they would come begging him within 36 hours. Scar, on the other hand, was not hesitant at all. With a cracking voice, he yelled, "Quick, why are you just standing there? Send me to the hospital now!"