Stop Attacking My Thigh
Jack looks down, and the needle really isn't big or long. It looks to be thicker than the type of needle people use for sewing at home.
"What kind of needles are those?" Jack asks. He keeps his voice down. He doesn't want to disturb anyone, as he wants to keep this matter private. However, the question of "what kind of needles" doesn't seem to be a pressing issue right now, but Jack is just so completely taken by surprise that he is not operating in a most efficient way.
"Those are none of your business." Jie Ai answers, also quietly and in a low voice. Jie Ai seems to be quite satisfied with the result of his very sudden attack on Jack.
"What do you want from doing this to me?" Jack gestures his thigh with two hands.
"By doing this, you will be paralyzed for the night. Or at least 8 hours. This leg of yours will not work for that period of time."
"Why do you want to paralyze me for the night?"