As the knife, glinting with a silver light, was about to stab Little Crybaby, a figure suddenly darted out from the side, pouncing towards the child with the speed of lightning, fiercely holding him in her embrace.
The knife fell, stabbing deeply into the person's back, and bright red blood instantly saturated her clothes, while at the same time, she let out a pained cry.
Even in extreme pain, her hands remained firmly wrapped around Little Crybaby, resolute in her determination to protect him to the death.
"Die, all of you die, just die!"
Seeing blood, the middle-aged man became even more frenzied, raising his foot to kick again, but the security guards rushed over and caught his arms, twisting them forcefully behind his back.
"Let me go, let me go!"
The middle-aged man struggled violently, the security guards kicked at his knees to force him to buckle, then pushed down on his shoulders, pressing him straight into the ground, rendering him unable to move a muscle.
