By then, I'm afraid everyone in the room would be dead cold!
François and his son, undeniably seasoned players of the upper-class society, reacted far quicker than these dumb artists. They immediately sought out possible blind spots to avoid the fate of getting sniped.
"Dad, Dad! Don't leave me!"
François Henri was hiding behind a stone pillar, trying to make a run for a safer spot.
But seeing how anyone who stuck their head out got blown apart, he dared not move and could only plead with his father for help.
His father, François Pinault, had found a much safer spot. As long as he sprinted toward the nearby door, he could escape this hellhole.
He looked at his son with reluctance.
After all, this was his own flesh and blood, with some talents too.
But...
At this point, his own life was more important!
This "character" was done for.
He could always train up another!
So without hesitation, he turned and bolted toward the door.
