The shovel covered with wet mud was about to break He Jinshan's perfect and tall nose.
Jiang Henian closed his eyes in fear.
"Bang!"
"Oh my! Oh my god!"
Wang Yingzi, who had squeezed to the front early to occupy the best viewing position, couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes.
Jiang Henian was also shocked by the sound.
She closed her eyes tightly, her mind full of: It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!
He Jinshan's nose was broken by her, and he must have been disfigured.
She's exerting so much strength that even a head as hard as hers would crack! Oh my god!
Jiang Henian's heart sank, and tears started flowing before he even opened his eyes.
She opened her eyes with a dead heart, but accidentally met He Jinshan's dark eyes as he tilted his head and smiled at her.
Huh?
Jiang Henian's dull gaze moved through the misty tears to the wooden handle of the shovel grasped by his large, bony hand.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and then she could clearly hear the wailing sounds coming one after another. They were all other people's voices.
"Still not letting go?"
The man's low, mellow and smiling voice was particularly pleasant to the ear amid the clamor.
Jiang Henian woke up as if from a dream, with a pair of slightly red eyes. He quickly loosened his hands that were tightly gripping the wooden handle, and his white and tender palms turned red from the exertion.
The smile on He Jinshan's lips grew wider.
The man tilted his head slightly, stretched his arm holding the shovel backward, bent his elbow and threw it.
The shovel spun in the air and hit Qian Dahai who had just climbed up.
A dull thud hit the top of the head.
In full view of the crowd, Qian Dahai, who led seven or eight people to teach He Jinshan a lesson, had his red and swollen pig face slapped with wet mud.
His eyes rolled back and he fell forward completely, just in time to hit another little brother who was getting up.
The two people "loved each other" and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
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