Watching the group of police officers pressing in on her again, Zhang Yixin clung tightly to Lin Bei, scared.
Lin Bei turned back and embraced the mother and daughter, signalling for them not to be afraid.
He then coldly regarded the group of police officers as they steadily advanced.
He estimated roughly twenty-two of them, most armed with firearms, and the rest holding batons and handcuffs, even if they didn't have guns.
With a flick of his wrist, a handful of silver needles instantly appeared in his hand.
Just as the group of police officers were about to close in on him, he threw the silver needles in his hand, striking their wrists with incredible precision.
"Ah..."
In an instant.
Screams filled the air.
All were forced to drop their weapons.
Lin Bei flicked his wrist again, and the next second, the group felt a numbness in their bodies, losing their ability to move.
