The gale swept through, leaving nothing in its wake.
The roof of the two-story building diagonally across the street was ripped off in an instant. The people hiding inside were immediately swept into the cyclone, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
The tornado didn't press deeper into the city. After grazing the end of the street, it twisted and veered off in another direction.
"It seems… we're really okay?" Huo Qian said, stunned. Her tight grip on Shen Lu's hand loosened unconsciously.
Shen Lu also breathed a sigh of relief. Maintaining her cool facade, she said, "Drop the 'it seems.'"
Wu Jun's eyes were practically bugging out of his head. "Boss Shen, what in the world is this place made of? Even a tornado couldn't tear it down?!"
"Alright, go bring Xiao Lang back. And Wu Jun, remember to fill in that trench you dug."
Shen Lu bent down. "Miss Sang, the tornado is gone. You can come out now."
Sang Yue slowly crawled out from under the table, patting away imaginary dust.
