Corpses lay arranged in the splendidly ornate hall. Occasional blood dripped from the tables onto the expensive carpet, but no one seemed to care.
The old man was dressed in a dark blue suit, his graying hair neatly combed. He wore a watch and rings, and every crease in his clothing was pressed flat, as if even the wrinkles on his face had become neatly ordered.
He was the Family Head of the Dupon family, Codis Dupont.
He was the same age as the president but did not suffer from intermittent dementia. His legs, however, were somewhat unsteady, and he needed a cane to walk.
He looked at his son's body without showing any sign of sorrow on his face. Over the long years, he had experienced too much, and some things had long since numbed him.
"The cause of death?" Codis asked calmly.
