At the critical moment, Fugui, the psychiatric forensic expert, played his role.
"Turn her around and look at her face, don't you want to touch her, don't you want to be with her?"
As Fugui said this, sure enough, the madman loosened his grip, and Qian coughed desperately, as fresh air flooded into her lungs, letting her know she had just skated around the edge of death. The madman wanted to hug Qian, but how could Yu Minglang give him that chance?
Just as the madman, influenced by Fugui's words, let go of Qian, and his hand was less than 1 centimeter away from Qian, Yu Minglang decisively pulled his slingshot.
This slingshot was special, highly powerful, with iron pellets that could be used for self-defense in the mountains, effective against venomous snakes and even better against people.
The steel ball whizzed through the air and instantly struck the madman's arm!
