Hundreds of people were engaged in an intense brawl, fighting viciously!
The police constantly blew their whistles below, their batons smashing down on the crowd involved in the fight.
Victor's men were trampled over as if they were drawings on the ground.
The entire scene was in utter chaos.
Screams, wails of pain, and cries were incessant.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the city hall, Victor and Alejandro watched in silence.
"Aren't you going to stop it, boss?" Casare asked softly at his side.
"The police are maintaining order, why stop it?"
Victor, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pointed to the crowd below holding supportive signs, "Today they can support you like this, but if someday you can't meet their expectations, they can turn against you. You need to make them understand that even their cheers must have my approval!"
"Call an ambulance for them."
Casare nodded hurriedly and scurried off.
