Guangdong Province.
Delta Alluvial Plain.
Guang City Center.
Twenty kiloters away from the Guang Steel Factory where Third Uncle and others were initially located.
A presidential suite on the top floor of a pre-Doomsday six-star hotel building.
Brother Dong, dressed in a suit, with slicked-back oiled hair, had been feeling at ease for the past few months since those damn bandits left, and they never saw them return.
So they resud their previous arrogance; although life wasn’t exactly great, at least their leader Brother Dong was living quite comfortably.
On normal days, relying on his n to scavenge for supplies, they extorted so food from the local survivors, and even started growing crops within the building.
When the weather was clear, he played golf on the rooftop, living quite comfortably.
He didn’t even need to leave this building.
After all, this building is too tall, and going up and down isn’t easy.
But that was until the arrival of this typhoon.
Initially, in the first half hour of the typhoon’s arrival, he thought it was just a regular storm.
The building he was in had withstood storms and floods, remaining sturdy, making him feel he could escape everything by staying inside.
However, an hour after the typhoon started, he realized sothing was wrong.
The ferocious winds, like a mad beast, relentlessly battered the windows.
Being near the sea, at the landing point of the typhoon.
Vast rainfalls poured down like countless fire hoses.
The ruthless wind uprooted the street trees on the ground, sweeping a tree up like a sharp sword piercing the glass on the tenth floor of this building.
Bang bang clatter.
The sand and gravel on the ground were whipped up.
Carried by the wind, they smashed into the city’s buildings like raindrops.
This building, due to its considerable height, was once a landmark structure before Doomsday.
But its height made it block the roaring typhoon, like a target.
Boom!
Amidst lightning and thunder, Brother Dong saw sothing that made his scalp tingle.
An abandoned car was swept up by the typhoon, reaching a height of a hundred ters, then heavily crashed onto the building opposite.
This top-floor building was well decorated; as a presidential suite, it offers distant river views.
The living room’s large glass, full-length windows, before Doomsday, you could see the myriad lights outside at night, standing high, overlooking everything with a feeling of transcending the mundane.
This is why Brother Dong chose to set up his base here, not just to avoid the zombies below, but also to satisfy his little fantasy.
But at the typhoon’s landing point, the winds were extrely strong, after hours of warm-up, the wind speed suddenly increased, surpassing the strongest typhoon in history.
Whoosh—
Clang—
The sturdy floor-to-ceiling windows, of excellent quality.
But at this mont, all shattered.
The shattered glass swept through this luxurious room.
Instantly sucked a little brother near the window, blowing him outside.
This was the sixty-eighth floor.
At a visible speed, the sofas, coffee tables, curtains in the room were sucked out by the typhoon, the massive pressure difference almost blew Brother Dong out too.
He quickly ran to the bathroom.
Bam bam bam!
"Old Bear, open the damn door!"
Brother Dong vigorously knocked on the nearest bathroom at hand.
Inside ca Old Bear’s lazy voice: "Brother Dong, isn’t there another bathroom? I just sat down."
"Fuck!" Brother Dong fud.
But what Old Bear said was true, as this presidential luxury suite equipped each room with a bathroom.
No ti to think, Brother Dong imdiately ran to another room.
Opening the door, the scene inside startled him.
This presidential suite was full of glass; every room had a great viewing point, simply put, every room had massive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Even those bathtub at the window.
Inside the room, the typhoon howled, glass swirled, and the bed was blown outside buzzing.
He grabbed the doorknob tightly, half his body was blown up.
The door was blown rattling by the wind, watching as it wouldn’t last much longer, soon to break.
Bam!
A glass the size of a cup flew over, slicing a deep bloody groove on his arm.
A painful expression flashed on his face, his mind raced while inspecting the room.
The room’s various items, including so wines he had cherished, were scattered everywhere, yellow liquid spilled all over.
Soon, he found a way out.
Gritting his teeth, he simply let go, turned his body sideways, then clung to the adjacent load-bearing wall.
Since the glass windows on both the south and north sides were shattered, the outside wind blew in, pressing him firmly against the load-bearing wall.
He ignored the wound on his arm and instead laid on the floor, moved his body sideways, and crawled towards the door behind.
Without the protection of the load-bearing wall, the wind blew him outside, yet as he lay down, his whole body shifted sideways.
Fortunately, this wedged him against the door fra.
He struggled to straighten his body, eyes closed by the wind, then he painstakingly opened the bathroom door at the back room.
This bathroom was part of the suite, not near the window.
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