'When did it—'
Even a Hunter's reaction speed sometimes can't beat the instant a trap's iron jaws snap shut.
The moment Jin Xueli touched the policewoman, she recoiled as if shocked. But before she could even back away, something shot out from the gloomy depths in front of her and seized her other arm.
It was... it was the policewoman's other hand.
So it had stuck both its hands through the bars. The phone was both the "bait" and a homing point; the moment Jin Xueli touched it, she was already within the policewoman's grasp.
Although the one holding her still had a human body, it unleashed an inhuman strength. Jin Xueli couldn't help but cry out in pain. Her left arm felt like a piece of dough about to be snapped in two—she wouldn't have been surprised if her skin had split open and blood had splattered the next second. How could she possibly struggle free?
