"Hold it right there!" Lin Moran seized the moment of surprise as he appeared, and lunged at the guy like a bolt of lightning. He grabbed the guy's arm, gave it a twist, snatched the chair from him, and then handcuffed him with his hands behind his back. He pushed him aside and rushed to help Beanpole, who was being dragged into a wall by the other crazed man.
This guy was like a bull seeing red, ramming into the wall without a care. Beanpole was gritting his teeth; his right hand was numb from pain, but he had to hold on tight. If he let go, all hell would break loose. Luckily, Lin Moran was nimble and strong. He dashed over, twisted the guy's arm behind his back, and slammed his head onto the table, pinning him down. He barked, "Don't you move!"
The guy's face was pressed against the table, and he was making wild animal noises while his body thrashed around.
Beanpole was freed, clutching his hand, but couldn't find the words to speak.