Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

His eyes were full of calmness, but as the opponent's offensive intensified, a trace of nervousness could not help but appear on his face.

Wang Guofu became more and more excited, waving the knife in his hand wildly, and the cold wind brought by the blade filled the air with a biting chill.

Every swing of his sword was filled with desperate power, as if he had poured all his hope into it at this moment.

Although Jiang Mingyuan easily dodged most of the attacks, when he failed to dodge once, a knife gently slid across his abdominal clothes, leaving a shallow mark.

Fortunately, the knife did not hurt his body, but this scene made him realize the seriousness of the situation.

The atmosphere in the garment factory became more tense, and every movement and sound was amplified and appeared extremely clear.

Aunt Fengying watched Wang Guofu's frenzied attacks to no avail, and became increasingly anxious, thinking how could she be so stupid.

There was madness in her eyes, as if she was determined to fight to the end regardless.

Jiang Mingyuan vigilantly observed Wang Guofu's every move, and also paid attention to Aunt Fengying's behavior.

He knew that in such a tense situation, any small change could lead to unpredictable consequences.

At this moment, Aunt Fengying suddenly rushed to the wooden bench aside. Her movements were quick and decisive, and she seemed to have made a decision.

She gripped the stool tightly, raising it as a weapon.

In the dimly lit garment factory, her movements seemed particularly exaggerated.

"Do you think you can stop us?!" Her voice was sharp and harsh, accompanied by anger.

She swung the wooden stool and threw it straight at Jiang Mingyuan. The stool drew a terrifying arc in the air.

Jiang Mingyuan's eyes tightened instantly, feeling the approach of Aunt Fengying's angry offensive.

Instinctively, he blocked his head with his elbow, bracing himself for the impending impact.

"Ah!" Aunt Fengying's scream pierced the dim factory building, and the wooden stool in her hand slammed towards Jiang Mingyuan with anger.

The wooden bench made a dull sound as it collided with Jiang Mingyuan's elbow. River

Ming Yuan felt a sharp pain spread from his elbow to his entire arm. His expression was instantly distorted, showing a look of pain.

Jiang Mingyuan took a few steps back, trying to steady his body. Facing the angry Aunt Fengying, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"Aunt Fengying, stop! There's no point in continuing like this!" Jiang Mingyuan's voice was filled with pain. He tried to calm Aunt Fengying down, but his eyes revealed concern that the situation was out of control.

Aunt Fengying's face was filled with anger. She raised the heavy wooden stool again and swung it at Jiang Mingyuan crazily.

Although her movements were clumsy, they were full of uncontrollable power.

A trace of determination flashed in Jiang Mingyuan's eyes, and he realized that simple persuasion could no longer calm Aunt Fengying's rage.

His body tensed up for a moment, ready for action.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Fengying!" Jiang Mingyuan's voice was filled with helplessness. He knew that he had to take measures to prevent the situation from getting worse.

Just when the wooden stool was about to fall on him, Jiang Mingyuan quickly raised his leg and kicked it hard.

His movements were swift and precise, hitting Aunt Fengying directly in the abdomen.

Aunt Fengying's expression instantly changed from anger to shock. She did not expect Jiang Mingyuan to suddenly take action.

A huge force hit her in the stomach, knocking her off balance.

The wooden stool in her hand fell out of her hand and flew backwards along with her body.

The air was filled with the muffled sound of the wooden stool hitting the ground. Aunt Fengying's body fell heavily to the ground and she let out a painful groan.

A trace of guilt flashed across Jiang Mingyuan's face. He didn't want to hurt Aunt Fengying, but in this critical situation, he had to take such measures. Wang Guofu became extremely emotional when he witnessed this scene. His eyes flashed with anger, and the knife he held tightly in his hand seemed to be his last resort.

His body was filled with nervousness as he approached Jiang Mingyuan step by step.

Jiang Mingyuan's eyes quickly turned wary, and a trace of nervousness appeared on his face.

Facing the angry Wang Guofu, he realized that the situation was becoming increasingly dangerous.

The knife in Wang Guofu's hand shone coldly under the dim light, and his eyes revealed a kind of determination.

He was obviously in extreme mood swings and found it difficult to judge rationally.

The sound outside suddenly broke the tense atmosphere in the garment factory.

The sound of vehicles stopping could be heard in the distance, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was clearly audible.

This unexpected sound caused Wang Guofu to pause slightly, and his eyes flashed with vigilance.

Jiang Mingyuan quickly assessed the situation in front of him, and with a thought in his mind, he guessed that Shen Qingyue might have called the vehicle outside.

He knew that only her appearance could completely calm the chaos. But before that happens, he needs to take control of the situation and prevent further violence.

His eyes quickly glanced at Wang Guofu, and saw that although he was holding the knife tightly, he seemed hesitant due to the movement outside.

Jiang Mingyuan seized this opportunity, moved his body lightly, and stepped toward the door.

Just when Jiang Mingyuan was about to approach the door, a sudden loud noise shook the entire garment factory.

The door was kicked open violently, splinters of wood flew everywhere, and dust flew into the air. Standing at the door was Shen Qingyue, with an eager expression on her face and a decisive light shining in her eyes.

The policemen who followed were obviously surprised by Shen Qingyue's sudden movement, and their steps stopped.

The whole scene became tense instantly, and an atmosphere of urgency filled the air.

Jiang Mingyuan's expression changed from surprise to relief in an instant. His eyes quickly turned to Wang Guofu, watching the other party's reaction vigilantly.

Wang Guofu obviously did not expect Shen Qingyue to appear so suddenly. The knife in his hand drooped unconsciously, and his eyes revealed confusion.

The police quickly came to their senses and rushed into the garment factory. The lights in the room were turned on, and strong light illuminated the dim space.

The first scene I saw was Aunt Fengying. She was lying on the ground holding her belly, with a look of pain on her face, tears sliding down her cheeks, and her cries were full of pain.

On the other side of the room, Wang Guofu stood there, holding a knife in his hand, with fear in his eyes.

Although the knife was drooped, his expression was still fierce, like a trapped beast, unsure of what would happen next.

"Put down the knife! Put it down now!" A policeman ordered sternly, his hand holding the baton tightly, and his body posture ready to respond at any time.

Wang Guofu's eyes wandered between the police and Shen Qingyue, obviously having a fierce struggle deep in his heart.

Finally, under another strong order from the police, his hand gradually loosened and the knife fell to the ground weakly, making a dull sound.

Shen Qingyue's eyes quickly swept across the room and suddenly fixed on Jiang Mingyuan.

She noticed that his clothes were covered with knife marks, and the expression on his face instantly became tense, with a trace of imperceptible panic flashing in his eyes.

She quickly walked towards Jiang Mingyuan, her eyes full of concern and her voice worried: "Are you okay, Mingyuan? These knife marks..."

Jiang Mingyuan raised his hand and calmly signaled to Shen Qingyue not to worry. His voice was calm: "I'm fine. These are all superficial, no injuries."