Feng Lin reached into his pocket and pulled out a one-yuan coin.
With a flick of his finger, the coin shot out like a bullet.
A rectangular hole happened to appear in the glass next to Feng Lin.
The coin flew out sideways.
It struck the leg of the man outside with precision.
The excruciating pain caused the man to lose his balance and fall from the height.
"Ah!"
In the moment of his fall, his eyes filled with endless regret.
But there is no medicine for regret in the world.
"Brother Feng Lin, what's going on?"
Tong Yue heard someone yelling and immediately got out of Feng Lin's embrace, looking around.
"I don't know, it seems like a man was shouting."
Feng Lin also said with a puzzled face.
The two waited there, and finally, the Ferris wheel started moving again, slowly descending, and they made their way out smoothly.
From a distance, the pair saw a man's corpse.
