The Constables, wielding clubs, streamed out and charged at the refugees in the front. Frightened by their vicious, fiendish demeanor, the refugees couldn't help but retreat; some even fell to the ground, and the scene instantly became even more chaotic!
Xia Wenjin thought to herself that things were about to go very wrong. There were so many refugees here, and they weren't all old, weak women and children. The conflict was already sparked, the two sides already facing off, and now the Constables on that side were actually striking unarmed refugees. This wouldn't scare the refugees; it would only make them even angrier.
Just as those few people had said earlier, they were all going to starve to death anyway. If they were doomed either way, what did they have left to care about?
More than a dozen Constables had rushed out. They came on fiercely, swinging their clubs to beat the refugees who were surging forward.
