Looking at the forks in the hands of those two thugs, several police officers were somewhat confused.
All of them turned their gaze toward Feng Bao'er.
A police officer asked doubtfully, "Feng Bao'er, when did you master that trick?"
Feng Bao'er said in bewilderment, "I... I haven't mastered anything."
"Don't be modest, I saw with my own eyes you raised your hand and threw the fork, I was even thinking of cursing you for being reckless, but it turns out you really have the skill."
"Humph, that was too risky, though. If you had made a mistake, it would have been a huge blunder."
Feng Bao'er stuttered, "But... I really don't have that skill, this..." Feng Bao'er gestured twice with her right hand, as if she had indeed flailed her arm earlier.
Wait, when she had thrown herself forward, why did it feel like someone had kicked her butt?
Turning her head to look, the corridor was already filled with people; now it was impossible to tell who had kicked her just then.
