The gang members glared viciously at the distant Church and bellowed at the crowd, "Don't be deceived by those priests. Their food distribution will only last until tomorrow or the day after. If you don't want to starve, you need to rely on us!"
According to their boss, the spy of the Duke of Orleans, they had to incite a riot of at least 500 people today to get paid.
Yet now, only around a hundred people had gathered—their unscrupulous kind could be found anywhere, and even with food available, they wanted to muddle in the nobles' homes to loot. They'd stolen quite a loot these past days.
By five in the afternoon, the riot group still hadn't reached 200 people. The leading gang leader cursed under his breath and dispersed the crowd, taking his underlings back to their dwelling.
Seeing this, the cobbler across the street immediately stood up and whispered, "Officer, they've left."