They left Fengting District together and walked out onto the street.
Chen Yuan was truly stunned by the ferocity of the downpour.
He had only taken a few steps against the wind, but he already felt his body swaying, making it hard to walk steadily. The front of his shirt clung tightly to his chest, its hem flapping wildly in the wind.
The city's drainage system was completely overwhelmed. To make matters worse, trash cans along the roadside had been blown over, spilling plastic bags, beverage bottles, and moldy kitchen scraps. This debris was swept along by the current—deep enough to submerge a person's entire shoe—piling up at the sewer drains and blocking them completely, causing the water to rise even higher.
It was as if a skylight had been opened over Lanjing, and someone was just dumping water down on the city from above.
