Yan Aosong was purely being kind when he gave this reminder.
After all, that's the truth.
When you encounter danger and kill the attacker with a knife from your pocket, versus using a stone from the roadside to do the same, the former is much more likely to be judged as excessive self-defense.
As long as it's a weapon, there's a tendency for this kind of judgment.
"Uncle Yan."
Lin Li's eyes suddenly lit up; he had a brilliant idea and looked at Yan Aosong, eager to share.
"Hmm? What is it?" Yan Aosong looked at Lin Li.
"What if I carry a fake bull to protect myself?" Lin Li said.
"What?" Yan Aosong didn't hear clearly.
"A fake thing about 20 to 30 centimeters, I feel its power should be similar to a retractable baton."
Lin Li extended his hand and mimed holding something in the air, demonstrating his stick skills in front of Yan Aosong.
Yan Aosong: "(;☉_☉)?"
"What the hell is that?!"
Yan Aosong asked again loudly.
