Thick smoke billowed, the din of voices was overwhelming.
On the street littered with debris, the crowd pulsated chaotically, every face etched with righteous indignation, while someone in the crowd held a loudspeaker, shouting:
"Down with Chopra's tyranny!"
"Xiang State belongs to all the people!"
"For the future of Xiang State, for everyone's future!"
"Down with the Chopra family's violent dictatorship!"
Thus, amid the shouts, the crowd grew increasingly frenzied, the clamor mixing with the sound of breaking glass and screams. A dark-skinned immigrant woman was dragged out of a store, her clothes torn, her hair pulled, thrown into the open space, shoved, trampled, cursed.
The faces in the crowd were flushed with rage, roaring:
"Burn her! Burn the damned darkie!"
Meanwhile, masked immigrants had already stormed into the lavish commercial street, smashing, and setting fires.
In the chaotic demonstration, shots were suddenly fired.
Crying and screaming ensued.
