Curious, the SO and I pressed on ahead. Across the street at the busy junction outside the shopping mall, an old Indian man in a white short sleeve shirt was crouched down, his hands over his head. A middle-aged Chinese man in a white polo shirt with blue and red stripes across the chest appeared to be trying to fight with him, but a little old woman (40-ish) in a possibly service/counter/food staff uniform and little hat had placed herself between them and was trying to prevent him from attacking. She was the one screaming.
In a few short moments, she had managed to seperate the two and push the Chinese man away. The Indian man quickly got up and walked away towards Cold Storage. The Chinese man walked away in the opposite direction. That was when I noticed he had something in his hand.
It glinted in the street lamps and was as long as his forearm.
It was a knife... and as he walked away, he shifted it from being held out in front of him, to against the back of his forearm... as if hiding it as he swung his arms out with every step he took.
As he disappeared down the street, the 50-60 people at the junction were released from the spell and carried on, as if nothing had happened.
The SO and I kept walking... past the newspaper stands. There were large blood droplets on the path... a dozen or so with every step we took. It was noticeable enough that people were sidestepping and avoiding the blood. The lady came up behind us, asking the various other shop attendants where the Indian man had disappeared to. The security guard at the underground carpark gestured down the descending carpark entrance, saying he had gone into the underground carpark... possibly to wash off the blood.
Just another night in weirdo land...
Edit: The news article on the incident.