Xuexue was sitting by the window, muttering to herself, "Huh! What's happening outside?"
Long Rui, who was sitting next to her, lifted his eyes upon hearing this and saw chaos on the street. People were scrambling to grab their belongings and leave; those who were slightly slower were trampled underfoot by others.
As everyone wondered what was going on, a group of about twenty riders charged down the street. The men on horseback were all hulking strong men. The leader, with a face full of beard, glared fiercely with eyes like brass bells, looking vicious. He wielded a whip in his hand, striking at people and snatching up whatever he could find.
Xuexue frowned, "Who are these people? Recklessly charging around on horseback, stealing things—are there no laws anymore? Doesn't the government office care?"
The crowd also chimed in, questioning what on earth was happening.
