Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Su Juan directly snatched the large knife from one man's hand that was resting on the boy's neck, "This knife is quite heavy, I'm a girl and carrying it makes me shiver a bit."
The blade shook and occasionally grazed the boy's neck, leaving a cold streak. A blood mark was scratched on his neck. The boy was pressed down, unable to move, crying loudly, calling for his dad and mom, his voice nearly hoarse.
The woman pleaded tearfully, asking her husband to save their son.
Su Juan smiled slyly, "Such a man, if his wife dies, he can still marry a younger one. But losing a son... that's where his heart truly lies."
Everyone from the Ministry of Justice, including Xie Xun, stared dumbfounded at Su Juan, fearing she might accidentally swing the knife and decapitate the child.
They are people from the Ministry of Justice; they must uphold the law. Even if these people are guilty, they cannot use vigilante justice here.
