C1591 In the Midst of a Battle Plan Victory Is Decided at a Distance of a Thousand Miles

Xu Zhe didn't want to use him on such a simple matter.

Taking out the golden needle, Xu Zhe bent his thumb and forefinger as he slowly pushed it into Guo Huairen's Baihui.

Then, he held the end of the needle and slowly ground it.

He repeated this process twice. A few minutes later, Xu Zhe finally stopped.

"Alright, Guo Huairen will wake up soon