The white Lamborghini plowed through countless mercenaries along the way, barreling through the puddles, its tires gripping the ground tightly, while torrents of rainwater splashed outward and crashed down with a roar.
With a dull thud, Yan Wu and Mrs. Yan were struck by the snowy white Lamborghini and sent flying like cannonballs into the stacks of containers at the harbor, the deafening boom resounding like thunder in the storm.
The Lamborghini screeched to a halt in the rain, its tires grinding against the ground with a nerve-racking screeching sound.
In an instant, a flash of lightning split the dark clouds above, illuminating the coral-like clouds as if they were a mother nest nurturing a disaster, also lighting up the sharp, blade-like gaze inside the sports car.
The rain poured down even harder, as if a sea tide was about to engulf the entire world.
The sound of the waves and the rain intermingled, echoing across the heavens and the earth.
