Martial Arts? Sorry, I am better at Thunder Spell!

Liu Jinlan’s face was contorted with unbearable pain.

The only thing she could rely on!

At the critical moment, her pistol malfunctioned, truly jamming.

Without the threat of the gun.

Liu Jinlan started to panic somewhat.

She threw the pistol aside,

then fished a fruit knife out of her pocket.

Liu Jinlan, "Nobody move, so what if the gun jammed? I still have a knife! Make a move, and I won’t be polite!"

Liu Jinlan pressed the edge of the knife against the young boy’s throat.

If the police made a move, Liu Jinlan would instantly slice open the boy’s throat.