Three critically injured parties, one was accidentally hit in the left arm by a stray bullet during the chaos, one whose ribs were broken by the crowd after falling down unintentionally, and one who, in an attempt to flee the hotel unsuccessfully, was severely beaten while wrestling with a soldier for a weapon.
Their identities were respectively the general manager of a multinational corporation, a well-known figure in the literary and art circles who had come for the social season, and the nephew of a certain legislator from District 13.
Among them, the artist and calligrapher was slightly older, having already reached his fifties, so the injuries he sustained from the stampede seemed more severe than the gunshot wound.
At least Manager Zhang was in his prime, and even with a poor complexion, he held up better than an old man.