They had found a car to hide in, so they could escape from the disaster. But the flow of people was too crowded, and most of them were like dumplings in the pot. It was very difficult for them to move.
Out of instinct, those who approached the building had rushed to the nearby building when the hail fell, smashed open the glass door, and hid.
Not everyone was so lucky. A large number of people like wheat in the wheat field, had nowhere to hide from such a big hail. They were forced to bend down and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
Seeing this, Yang Hai's eyes turned red, but he could do nothing. He withdrew his sight and ordered the people who had run into the city to go inside, making room for the people behind.
"Manager Yang Hai, something is wrong! One piece of the bulletproof glass was broken. The hail is too big. What should we do? If other parts of the glass were also broken, it's not safe here!"
A staff suddenly ran over and shouted anxiously at Yang Hai.