Ains South Gate Jumeiduo Restaurant
A sudden violent gust of wind blew through the somewhat old glass door of the restaurant, creating a creaking sound and causing a few slanted raindrops to squeeze through the slightly open door gap and fall onto the old floor of the restaurant.
The waiter behind the counter glanced at the glass door that kept opening and closing, and the rainwater seeping in from underneath it, then turned back to look at the mop and bucket standing in the corner.
After a brief pause, he withdrew his gaze.
The wind outside seemed to be blowing more furiously, while the old hanging television in the restaurant transmitted the faint sounds of people, broadcasting news that nobody cared about.
In the distance, a few gunshots rang out, narrating the district's usual tranquility.
Whoosh—
A sudden violent whirlwind blew, pushing the already wavering glass door open by a full third.
