Rise From Prison: Taking Over the Business Empire

Chapter 93

Was this guy really that skilled?

Acupuncture required precision on every level—the accuracy of the points, the depth of the needles, the order of insertion. Every detail mattered.

Everyone stared intently at Anthony, suspicion clouding their eyes.

For those who had never witnessed such mastery, Anthony's technique was beyond comprehension.

In his hands, the silver needles performed like a dazzling acrobatic display, mesmerizing and fluid.

But no one dared to interrupt.

Gradually, expressions began to shift—from doubt to awe.

Anthony's needlework was impeccable. The precision, the speed, the seamless flow—everything was perfect.

And more astonishingly, he wasn’t even using his hands directly.

He was using Energy to Guide Needles.

As the last needle settled into the girl's body, they began to tremble—clearly visible to the naked eye.

Soon after, the needles turned black.

Then, thread-like trails of dark toxins began to seep from the girl’s skin.

The crowd gasped.

“It’s working! The poi