C996 Zhu Min's Fall

When Wang Yi stood up and took his hand out from under the truck's flat tire, everyone could clearly see what was in Wang Yi's hand.

An iron nail, or rather, a triangular iron nail.

The three horns had been polished to an incomparably sharp point. Furthermore, the middle part of the horn was empty. As long as one stabbed into the tire, one could quickly exhale.

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