NovelBookChapter 442: "Mr. Flynn!" Phillips tried to argue, but Eric had already dashed ahead, disappearing into the crowd.
With his teeth clenched tightly, Phillips realized there was no stopping Eric. He had to trust Eric's decision and do whatever he could to help.
Meanwhile, Eric faced significant challenges as he made his way toward the backstage area.
The outgoing flow of people was as difficult as moving against a strong current.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Please, letthrough!" "You're headed the wrong way! It's dangerous inside!" "Excuse me, I really need to go in!" Navigating through the frantic crowd, Eric was drenched in sweat.
Bang! Then another loud blast echoed.
"Nobody move!" "Stop! Can you hear me?" But the crowd's panic was uncontainable. Shortly after, two more gunshots rang out.
The situation escalated quickly.
Eric glanced toward the entrance, now heavily guarded. He furrowed his brow, wondering whether Phillips had made it out safely.
Eric fought his way through the surging crowd, intent on getting inside.
More updates in galOnce inside, he navigated toward a quieter side door and slipped through. The commotion from the hall dimmed, and the distinct sound of footsteps echoed clearly.
Eric held his breath and swiftly ducked behind a nearby door, pressing against the wall to conceal himself while scanning his surroundings vigilantly. Approaching footsteps revealed themselves as theater security-calm and composed.
Why weren't they panicking? Several possibilities flashed through Eric's mind: either they were orchestrating the chaos, or they had been compromised.
A slight grin touched Eric's lips as he pieced together his next move.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce the footsteps receded and the security moved on, he cautiously stepped out, noting the sign above him. His plan was starting to take shape.
Backstage in the dressing room, dancers from both Lightning Dande Stuand Red Choreography were effectively held hostage.
Five armed rioters stood in grim silence, their imposing presence and cold d firearms creating a suffocating atmosphere. Hadley sat on the floor with her colleagues, clutching her head, paralyzed by fear.
"You!" Suddenly, a rioter pointed directly at her, his voice sharp and commanding "You! Cout here!" "Hey, are you listening?" Noticing Hadley frozen in place, the assailant grabbed her arm impatiently and yanked her up. "Hadley!"
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