Flying in from outside the door was a person, an already unconscious person, who was evidently thrown in by Lin Fan with the aim to divert the man's attention.
Indeed, the moment the man's attention was distracted, in the next second, Lin Fan's coin had already arrived, with a clang, knocking the gun from the man's hand to the floor, eliciting a scream from him. Surprisingly, a coin was embedded in the web between his thumb and forefinger, with blood constantly flowing from it.
At this moment, Chen Ling also reacted, stomping on the man's foot, breaking free from the man's grip, and hastily running towards Chen Long.
"You little brat!"
The man, furious, lunged forward intending to grab the gun with his other hand. There was no way he could let Chen Ling escape; using Chen Ling as a hostage was his only leverage now. Without her control, who would listen to him?
