He stood up abruptly, left the cafe, and walked towards the Breeze Ballroom.

When he walked to the middle of Market Avenue, Lumian saw a lot of people surrounded by the side of the road, the outermost circle was a circle of policemen in black uniforms, and next to them were two rows of mounted policemen sitting on horseback watching the passers-by.

Surrounded by two or three hundred people was a temporary wooden platform, on which stood a man in a black suit but without a tie.