Almost breathless, Theodore said, "I can take it."
The remaining two attendants appeared in front of Sean again, glaring at Sean.
"Punk, what have you done to Old Master Davis?"
"Old Master Davis trusted you so much. I didn't expect you to be such a quack! Are you trying to kill Old Master Davis?"
Sean ignored what the two men said and only glanced at Theodore.
Then, he tentatively moved the needle slightly, and Theodore immediately shrieked louder.
Seeing this, the two men in front of Sean's body began to shake with fear. They looked like they were about to attack Sean.
"You're a quack. I called you a quack, yet you still won't admit it. You even made Old Master Davis suffer more. I think you're asking for trouble!"
"Stop now. Do you hear me? Otherwise, don't blame us for not going easy on you!"
Two wrinkly yet strong hands fell on their backs as they yelled. The hands pulled back hard, and these two people instantly staggered to the ground.
They looked at Theodore in disbelief.
"Old Master Davis, how can you defend him after what he did to you? Is it because he was in the army?"
Theodore wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a few deep breaths before saying, "Go away. Strike when you figure out what's going on, or I'll punish you."
Upon hearing this, the two men obediently retreated behind Theodore. They looked at Sean with anger and hatred.
Theodore chuckled at Sean.
"Sean, you're really good! I haven't felt a thing in this leg for years. I can't believe you made me feel so much pain today."
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