Zhong Qingran said as he approached the middle-aged security guard with the fruit knife in his hand.

Seeing this, the middle-aged security guard quickly estimated in his heart, and suddenly grabbed Zhong Qingran's hand holding the knife.

"Run!"

At the moment of grabbing Zhong Qingran's hand, the middle-aged security guard hurriedly shouted at Du Jingyuan.

Du Jingyuan also wanted to run, but his hand was still grabbed by Zhong Qingran, as if they were glued together, and he couldn't steam and struggle at all, making his eyes red in a hurry.

The principal reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to help break Zhong Qingran's hand that was holding Du Jingyuan.

"Bad people, you bad people who can't die well, rob my son, dare to rob my son, I want to fight with you, I want to fight with you!"

Zhong Qingran shouted frantically, Xu was so stimulated that his strength was amazing.

Du Jingyuan was scratched by her, but he gritted his teeth and did not cry out in pain at this time.

"Mom, please don't do this, okay? Mom, don't do this. ”

Du Jingyuan's eyes were red, looking at Zhong Qingran, who was looking crazy in front of him, and his voice was choked.

"Be careful!"

I don't know who is outside the school gate, and I screamed.

"Shhhh

The middle-aged security guard was afraid of the fruit knife in Zhong Qingran's hand, and was afraid that she would hurt herself by mistake, so he wanted to break her hand and take away the fruit knife in her hand.

But he never thought that when he thought he was about to break her fingers away, Zhong Qingran's wrist turned, and the sharp fruit knife instantly cut through his arm.

Bright red blood surged out of the wound in an instant.

The middle-aged security guard couldn't take care of himself, so he suddenly slammed his elbow on the top of Zhong Qingran's chest, pressing the person backwards and staggering backwards.

"Bang-"

Zhong Qingran was pressed the hollow door, and the crowd of onlookers outside immediately took the opportunity to help buckle Zhong Qingran's shoulders and arms.

So that her hands can no longer be strange.

"Bang-"

Unable to break Zhong Qingran's hand that was holding the fruit knife, the middle-aged security guard simply ruthlessly let her hand hit the iron door, and after hitting it twice, Zhong Qingran finally let go of his hand.

And Du Jingyuan, who was brought down on the other side, finally broke free from Zhong Qingran's hand.

When he broke free, Du Jingyuan's originally white and tender wrist was clearly marked with a palm print, which was very bruised, which showed how much strength Zhong Qingran used when he grabbed him.

"Ahhh!!h

I won't let you go, I won't let you go! I'm going to send you all to prison!"

Zhong Qingran struggled frantically, roaring with all his might, and his hideous and distorted terrifying appearance made Du Jingyuan's little face even paler.

Mom, why did his mother become like this, the mother in his impression, although she was very cold to him, would never let herself become like this.

"Mom's ......"

Du Jingyuan couldn't help but want to step forward, but was stopped by the fast-eyed principal.

"Now is not the time to talk to your mother, wait for her to calm down. The principal patted Du Jingyuan's little shoulder and comforted him gently.

At this time, Jing Cha hurriedly arrived.

Seeing this, the middle-aged security guard covered the wound on his arm and hurriedly went to open the door for Jing.

The principal stepped forward and took the initiative to check the leader Jing, and quickly explained what had happened.

With all the human and material evidence, coupled with the ironclad evidence of surveillance, Zhong Qingran was quickly handcuffed by Jingcha and taken to Jing's car to Jing's bureau to settle the case.