"Ah..."
Behind Qin Hai, a young girl witnessed the entire process of the Bentley being blown into the sky. After a brief daze, she suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs and then slumped to the ground powerlessly, staring blankly at the Bentley.
Meanwhile, shouts and cries kept coming from all directions. Many people were panicked and screamed loudly. Several cars parked on the roadside also triggered their alarms due to the violent vibrations and began to shriek wildly.
Qin Hai finally snapped out of his daze. Looking at the overturned Bentley on the ground and thinking of Zeng Rou still inside, a surge of blood rushed to his head. He roared and began to dash towards the Bentley at his utmost speed, disregarding everything else.
The rose slipped from his hand, tracing an arc before it landed on the ground. The delicate flower lay quietly on the ground, looking so helpless and lonely.