The pursuer got a shock. By the time he returned to his senses and was ready to shoot, it was already too late.
Zhao Youlin agilely wrapped her hand around his gun, grabbed his wrist and twisted it downward mercilessly.
The man immediately cried out in pain. His hand lost its strength and let go of the trigger.
Zhao Youlin turned her hand and grabbed his gun. Then, she turned around and used her hand to strike the man's neck nimbly.
The man widened his eyes before they were completely closed. His tall and sturdy body fell down limply, and he fainted.
After settling the crisis, Zhao Youlin heaved a sigh of relief. She skillfully tried out the gun in her hands. Then, she reached for the man's chest and took out a magazine loaded with bullets. She put them inside her pocket, and she surveyed the surroundings.
The gunshots have attracted the rest to come to her side. She had to lure them to another place as soon as possible.
