Zhang Yuanmin was in the den, his body immobilized, but he could still move his arms and head.
Zhang Yuanmin raised his head and his hand. The beam of his flashlight revealed a badger, and he extended the iron hook in his right hand toward it.
As Zhang Yuanmin brought the iron hook before the badger, the small hook at the end was parallel to the ground, its sharp point facing left.
The iron hook probed forward, and the badger snapped its jaws shut on it fiercely.
The motion was similar to a dog's, but a badger's bite was a death grip; it never let go.
The moment he felt a pull on the iron hook, Zhang Yuanmin twisted the handle. As he did, the tip of the hook in the badger's mouth instantly flipped downward, piercing its lower lip.
The hook's point was incredibly sharp, and as it sank into the flesh, the badger felt only a slight twinge of pain.
