Chapter 89, Can't Get Down

As evening fell, the once noisy Embassy Street quieted down, and the protestors, sensing the gravity of the situation, had scattered like birds and beasts.

The Gendarmes who rushed to the scene had already blockaded the area. By now, the embassy district had become "a post every five steps, a watch every ten."

The air was still pervaded with the smell of gunpowder, and the ruins of Russian-style buildings continued to silently protest the events of the day.

All places of entertainment were shut down, and even the spectators who typically enjoyed a spectacle had locked themselves indoors for fear of trouble.

On the contrary, the embassies that had locked themselves up previously were now bustling with activity. Everyone was timid in the face of the mob, but their courage swelled when faced with the Japanese Government.