They were like beasts trapped in a cage, facing armed soldiers, their eyes gleaming with defiance.
The dim lighting in the warehouse illuminated people's faces, every face written with anger and despair. Among them were elderly people, leaning on canes, trembling as they stood in the crowd, their cloudy eyes conveying a resolute gleam; middle-aged people who had pulled out planks and iron rulers from somewhere unknown; and young, robust men, empty-handed but clenching their fists, glaring at the soldiers as if ready to charge and fight at any moment.
"Can't we just stand here?" A small-statured middle-aged man pushed through the crowd, walking out from the back, mustered the courage to loudly question the soldiers. Although his voice trembled a little, it was full of defiance and anger.
