"Dr. Zhou, this trick is useless in front of me." Xiao Lin grabbed him from the ground, and Zhou Hong continued to twist his body, looking extremely horrifying. "If you keep pretending like this, I can guarantee to fulfill your act of playing dumb." As he spoke, the Silver Needle emerged from his fingertips, aimed directly at the back of Zhou Hong's head.
Feeling the sting of the needle, Zhou Hong ceased his spasms and contortions, not daring to act recklessly. "Dr. Zhou, let's have a proper talk about the matter concerning the third room on the fifth floor."
The Silver Needle fell onto the area connecting the back of the head and the neck, and Xiao Lin pushed it in a few more points before stopping. "Is there anyone called Hong Lian here?"
