On the street, a few young people are looting from a shabby shop.
The shopkeeper is knocked down to the ground by them, wants to stop them but doesn't dare to reach out, only able to crawl on the ground, pleading with them not to take any more.
But his pleas did not have any effect, instead, more people passing by kept joining in.
Pedro stood on the roadside watching for less than a minute before three or four groups of people arrived.
They rushed in, stuffing everything they could into the grain bags they carried and quickly left.
No one cared about the shopkeeper lying on the ground with a blood-streaked face, nor did anyone heed his pleas.
His pleas, at this moment, did not sound like a rest note to stop everything, but rather like the demon's whisper urging people to act faster!
The evil from the depths of human hearts, at this moment, was completely unleashed.
"Let's go," he nodded and continued to walk forward, with Sain and the others closely following beside him.
