Li Dayong was frightened by Wang Dali's words, he had learned this needle, it hurt anyone who touched it, but Wang Dali himself could remove it painlessly.

But if you just admit defeat like this, you have to kneel and kowtow in front of so many people to admit your mistakes, do you still want this face?

"Wang Dali, if you have any tricks, Lao Tzu will never kneel down for you!"

Li Dayong's heart was crossed, anyway, Wang Dali didn't dare to kill him, it was just a little suffering.

As long as you can save face, you can suffer a little hardship.

When the onlookers saw that Li Dayong was going to cheat, they whispered that he really couldn't afford to lose, and he had lost his reputation as the richest man.

Li Dayong yelled at them to shut up, and whoever talked about him again was careful to turn around and be cleaned up.

At this time, of course, it is important to protect his personal dignity, and any reputation is false, and after today, he is still the richest man Li Dayong.

Wang Dali didn't talk nonsense with him, stepped forward and kicked him to the ground, kicked off his slippers, and stabbed his Taichong acupoint in a burst.

The last time he drank alcohol, he had no liver pain, and now he was sealed by Wang Dali Taichong acupoint, which directly caused his liver to immediately become in severe pain.

"Ah...... Yes...... Help me...... Call me an ambulance......

Li Dayong rolled on the ground in pain and wailed, so frightened that the two little brothers who were only controlled by one leg hurriedly took out their mobile phones to call the police.

Wang Dali suddenly turned his head and glared at them, and the two of them were so frightened that they lost their mobile phones with trembling hands.

"If you want to be like him, you can do it!"

Wang Dali spoke cruelly to the two of them, so frightened that they hurriedly waved their hands and said they didn't dare.

The other villagers were very happy to watch the play, but they were a little scared at this time.

It's still an old problem, they are worried that one day Wang Dali will do the same to them.

Looking at Li Dayong's crying in pain, it is estimated that women don't feel so much pain when they give birth.

The severe pain tortured Li Dayong really couldn't bear it, and he couldn't care about it so much, so he pulled out the needle on the Taichong acupoint with a ruthless heart.

Just as Wang Dali had warned before, as soon as the needle left his flesh, blood immediately rushed out.

Don't look at the eye of the needle, the hole is small, but the blood flows so fast that it stains the surface of his foot red in a matter of seconds.

Li Dayong instinctively went to block it, but it didn't work at all.

If you want blood not to come out, you must have platelets clotting.

However, Wang Dali pricked the needle according to the method in the medical book, as long as he did not pull it out himself, it would cause the platelets to clot where the silver needle touched, and it would also cause the blood to flow endlessly.

Wang Dali has never understood why this is the case, and it is estimated that he may not be able to find the answer until he has finished reading all the medical books in the future.

Li Dayong did not believe in evil, so he grabbed a handful of dust and sprinkled it on the wound, hoping that the dust would condense into soil to plug the wound.

This is the soil method often adopted by people living in rural areas, and the commonly used is incense ash, and the conditions do not allow it to be used anywhere.

However, this local method was useful in treating small wounds before, but this time it had no effect at all, and the blood still kept flowing out.

The villagers were also curious about why it was so difficult to fix a wound from a needle.

The people of the construction team were also eye-opening, they didn't understand it, and they couldn't understand it, how could Wang Dali do this with a needle?

They couldn't help but ask the villagers about it, but the villagers were just as confused as they were about how to solve their doubts.

"Dali, what is the origin of your needle, why is it so powerful?"

The villagers, who were more anxious, couldn't help it, and asked the question vigorously.

Wang Dali shook his head and said that he didn't know, anyway, he was the only one who could pull out the needle, and any outsider would have severe pain when he touched it.

If you forcibly pull it out, you will end up like Li Dayong, bleeding nonstop.

"Then will he bleed to death like this?"

"If you continue to flow like this, you will definitely die! There is a certain amount of blood in people's bodies, and it will drain in a while! But everyone is watching, it is he who forcibly pulls out the needle, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

Wang vigorously shook off the pot, but did not intend to bypass Li Dayong.

He stepped forward and picked up the needle that Li Dayong had thrown away.

"Only I can pull out the needle I pricked, you don't have the qualifications!"

Wang Dali said and stabbed Li Dayong's legs and arms joints in succession, sealing the joints of his limbs and preventing them from bending.

Now, Li Dayong can only sit on the ground like a waste man and watch his feet continue to bleed out.

It's like knowing you're going to die right away, but you're still having to watch it come little by little.

This psychological torture is more devastating than the physical pain.

Li Dayong's limbs couldn't bend, and he couldn't roll around to relieve the pain in his body.

So soon he couldn't hold it anymore, and begged the king to spare him vigorously.

Wang Dali pretended not to hear, but still stood still and did not speak.

At this time, the lively villagers spoke, reminding Li Dayong to abide by the gambling contract, otherwise Wang Dali would not save him.

Li Dayong felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, but he couldn't bear the pain anymore and had to give in to Wang Dali.

"I'll kneel!

Hearing Li Dayong say that he was going to kneel, the villagers all sighed in surprise.

thinks that he Li Dayong is the richest man in Dongwan Village, and he has always been used to being domineering, and no one dares to provoke him.

Who would have thought that he would fall to the point where he is today, and he was actually subdued by Wang Dali, who he had been bullying.

Wang Dali sneered and stepped forward to remove the needles from Li Dayong's legs.

"As long as you fulfill your promise, I will immediately stop you from pain!"

Wang Dali finished his clothes, stood in front of him with a serious face, and waited for him to kowtow and apologize.

Humiliation, anger, or other moods, Li Dayong's feeling at this moment is broken, and he wants to die immediately.

But now he can only move his legs, and even if he wants to die, he has limited ways to die.

He closed his eyes, knelt down on his legs, and then gave Wang Dali a kowtow and begged him for forgiveness.

When the goal is achieved, Wang Dali will accept it when he sees it.

He hurriedly stepped forward to take back the needle, and then re-injected Li Dayong with needles to relieve the pain.

When everything was done, he walked back to beckon the workers to continue their work.

The workers witnessed what Wang Dali had just said about Li Dayong being tortured into a dog, and when they saw him approaching, they were all so frightened that they retreated, for fear that they would have such a stitch on their body, and it would be the end of it.

"What are you doing? I only do it to my enemies, and I don't bother my friends, even ordinary strangers. I don't believe you to ask the villagers, have I never felt sorry for them, only for Li Dayong and them!"

Wang Dali is also euphemistically trying to express his thoughts to the villagers, I don't mean to mess with you, don't think about it.

The villagers really understood his implication, and laughed out one after another and said that Wang Dali was right, and he really didn't feel sorry for them, and he also gave them free medical treatment.

It was already uncomfortable and aggrieved enough to be humiliated by Wang Dali, but seeing that the villagers were still standing on the same line as Wang Dali, Li Dayong was so angry that a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Oops! Li Shoufu vomited blood again, this is the second time!"

"Really, shouldn't you be as angry as the TV shows?"

"That's really pitiful, if you are to death, how atmospheric this is!"