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"Hans Schulman," Lin Mingchang panted, "you were a puppeteer in Germany, and five years ago you committed similar crimes in China, didn't you?"
A fervent expression spread across Hans Schulman's square face as he replied in heavily accented Chinese, "You will never understand the true essence of art. Puppets? How can those lifeless wooden figures express perfect emotions? Only living children can serve as the ideal medium for performance. Their flesh and blood, their innocent souls..."
"You treat children as puppets?" Lin Mingchang exclaimed angrily. Seizing the opportunity while Hans Schulman was lost in his lengthy monologue, he lunged forward and delivered a powerful punch to Hans Schulman's abdomen.
Hans Schulman nimbly sidestepped, countering with a sweeping blow aimed at Lin Mingchang's legs. Suddenly, a hand reached from behind and grabbed Lin Mingchang's shoulder, pulling him just out of reach of the strike.
Shen Tong had intervened. Her movements were more graceful and agile compared to Lin Mingchang's, allowing her to navigate the confined space with ease. As she deftly dodged Hans Schulman's attacks, she skillfully blocked a fierce elbow strike with a twist of her wrist.
Seeing Shen Tong join the fray, Lin Mingchang quickly adjusted their strategy, coordinating seamlessly with her. He took on the frontal assault while Shen Tong maneuvered around the sides, looking for weaknesses.
Under the pressure of their combined assault, Hans Schulman began to show signs of fatigue, retreating clumsily as stage props toppled behind him. Just as Lin Mingchang prepared to make his final move, Hans Schulman suddenly leaped toward the curtain in the corner, revealing a child under the influence of drugs—an unutilized "puppet" meant for performance.
"Don't come any closer! Otherwise, this little puppet will be 'shattered'!" Hans Schulman shouted as he seized the expressionless child and brandished a sharp knife against the child's neck.
The child stood motionless, oblivious to life and death like a puppet.
Lin Mingchang immediately halted his movements and raised his hands to signal Hans Schulman to calm down. "Hans Schulman, you are surrounded with no way out. Don't worsen your crimes; let the child go!"
Hans Schulman laughed maniacally. "Do you think I care? Art requires sacrifice! Great artists never fear bloodshed! If this child cannot perform for me, then his only value is to grant me freedom!"
Shen Tong remained still, her gaze fixed on Hans Schulman. She had noticed from the beginning that before each of his attacks, there was a moment when his breath would gather at his right shoulder—his right shoulder was injured!
Realizing this, Shen Tong subtly stepped back and exchanged a glance with Lin Mingchang.
"What do you want?" Lin Mingchang continued to engage Hans Schulman in conversation to buy time while signaling discreetly with his fingers at his side.
Hans Schulman made his demands clear: "It's simple—let me leave here. I want a car and a pass to the docks. My artistic career cannot end like this!"
Lin Mingchang took another step back, adopting a conciliatory posture. "Alright, I can consider your request. But first, you need to release the child so we can continue our discussion."
Hans Schulman eyed Lin Mingchang suspiciously and was about to push the child toward him as an opportunity to escape when suddenly, a high-heeled shoe flew from the shadows and struck his right shoulder with tremendous force.
Hans Schulman let out a muffled groan, his body instinctively shuddering from the intense pain, causing him to release his grip.
In the next moment, he was swiftly subdued by Lin Mingchang, who disarmed him and pinned him to the ground.
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