Someone is dead!
When Edwin confirmed the death of Brody, head of the Brody Company, the scene inside No. 6 White Bird Street was mayhem.
"What?"
"Dead?"
"How could someone die!"
In the midst of the disordered chatter, the crowd inevitably panicked.
In the face of death, there was no difference between civilians and the wealthy.
If anything, the latter were even more terrified.
They had too much to lose.
Panic spreads, and those who were relatively calm initially also lost their composure upon seeing those around them in disarray.
As people pushed and shoved, more tragedies seemed imminent—
Bang!
Marinda Julius Caesar stood on the second-floor corridor, holding up a firearm and firing into the air. In the glow of the gunpowder, the sequins on her blue and white dress sparkled even more.
The crowd was immediately silenced.
They instinctively looked up at Marinda, holding the firearm.
The lady then spoke loudly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please maintain your composure,"
