Some fish stands were overturned, with big and small fish flung across half the street, flopping helplessly on the ground.
Wherever these men passed, shops were smashed and stalls were overturned.
Hardy frowned slightly at the scene. Isn't this just like the gangsters smashing streets in the future? So, the tradition dates back to this time.
As the group of men got closer, Hardy's ten bodyguards immediately gathered around him, each slipping a hand into their jackets, ready to draw their guns at any moment.
Hardy wasn't afraid, but he signaled to his men to stay alert in case the reckless group of thugs tried to get too close.
