Feng Ling calmly observed the overall situation in the room in just a few seconds. Fortunately, she had stayed here for one night before. Even though she hadn't carefully observed the room, she knew what was in this room.
The light stand next to Li Nanheng had fallen to the ground. On her side, under the coffee table, in a place the man and the woman couldn't see, there was an empty fruit plate where there were two fruit knives.
When the Asian man whose hand was just injured suddenly raised his gun and was about to shoot Li Nanheng, Feng Ling no longer rushed to throw the thing in her hand but suddenly jumped forward in an unexpected posture. The Asian man froze for a second because of her action. At that second, Feng Ling bent down to pick up a fruit knife in the fruit plate and stabbed the back of the Asian man's hand.
"Ahhh---" the Asian man screamed in pain and almost dropped the gun. He hurriedly threw the gun to the other hand and shot.
