The woman was shouting and cursing, her mouth spewing gibberish profanity, making it impossible to understand what she was really saying.
Her hair was disheveled, her clothes layered and messy, and a colorful backpack hung from her arm, with blood all over her body.
Even as the police pinned her to the ground, she continued to struggle violently, shouting her defiance.
Not far from her was a slender, sharp knife with a blade at least 20 centimeters long. No one knew how she managed to bring it in.
That knife had just been flung from the woman's hand, landing spinning nearby, its gleam cold and menacing.
The police were loudly warning the woman to behave.
It was then that Jiang Yi shockingly realized that the person pinned to the ground by the police was the same one who had been standing behind He Tang in line.
Jiang Yi suddenly felt unsteady on her feet.
Without a second thought, she rushed to a police officer and blurted out, "Is anyone injured here? Is there?"
