After making a decision, Shen Yan casually crossed her arms in front of her chest. Between the fingers of her left hand, which was closer to Tang Ming's body, a steel needle appeared, positioned to avoid the rearview mirror in front.
Once prepared, Shen Yan aimed the steel needle at Tang Ming's vital point. A gentle poke was all it would take for Tang Ming to be dead, and tracing the cause of death afterward would not be easy.
Just as the steel needle was slowly approaching Tang Ming's vital point, and it seemed she was about to succeed.
"Ouch!"
Tang Ming, who had been sleeping, suddenly cried out. His body jerked toward Shen Yan, his right hand instinctively pressing on the wrist Shen Yan held the needle with, and then his whole body pressed over.
"Sorry, sorry, there was a sharp turn just now."