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These men who couldn't control their bodies saw the shoemaker.

They tried to greet him but compared to Bearman, Hair Fiend and Fire Brothers, they were just common men and they couldn't even open their mouths.

All of them had fallen under the old shoemaker's control.

"The dance will start soon."

"Go! Go!"

"Go look for your dance partners!"

The shoemaker then waved his hand and the controlled civilians dashing out of the street, going out of control as they destroyed everything they laid eyes on.

Fires were burning high on buildings and the smoke tainted the bright and beautiful afternoon black. 

The rumbling black smoke rose up fast and flew up to the white clouds.

The shoemaker was watching the smoke fly.