July 7th, 10:50 AM, Hongge Commercial Street.
In front of the crossroads, the crowd was packed like machinery, loudly chanting stark slogans. Wherever they went was left in ruin; cars were smashed, electronic billboards fell to the ground, and billboards were riddled with holes.
At this moment, as a figure with a mix of red and blue suddenly sprang up and captured the man leading the protest, the rest of the demonstrators turned their attention to him.
"Can you come up one by one? You really lack martial virtue," the blue owl said, tilting its head to the side and lifting its eyes from behind glasses to look at the surging crowd.
Their faces twisted with ferocity as they reached out their hands, trying to grab hold of his form.
Some swung a hockey stick at his head, others went so far as to chop at him with a rapidly spinning chainsaw.
