940. Eye of the Storm

As an island in the South Pacific, there were no measures to deal with typhoons, after all, theoretically, a typhoon was never expected in one's lifetime here.

Thus, when that beyond-extreme Gale Wind descended, all buildings on the island began to shake.

Sounds of objects falling from shelves were incessant, but even more prevalent were the loud crashes of signs being blown off rooftops.

The higher the altitude, the faster the wind speed.

Bang—

A billboard was blown skyward in such a fashion, capable of killing one or two people; it spun like a piece of paper, torn to shreds by the Gale Wind.

In almost an instant, Lu Ban's view was completely dominated by the typhoon.

The rolling thunder made the windowpanes tremble, and the occasional lightning that flashed between the menacing clouds seemed as if it would strike the earth any moment, instilling dread.

Snap, snap, snap—