The asphalt pavement was hit by heavy raindrops, leaving dense white spots that formed a billowing patch of gray-white water vapor.
"Boom——"
A dark golden Cullinan tore through the rain curtain, roaring past like a brute metal beast, carrying mud and water.
Su Qing stopped subconsciously, but her eyes did not chase the speeding luxury car, but fell on the turbid water waves rolled up by the wheels.
The water waves hit the sidewalk at a tricky angle.
She instantly built a simple physical model in her mind: the vehicle speed was about 90 kilometers per hour, the water depth was three centimeters, the wind speed... There was no need to calculate the wind speed, the parabolic trajectory of the water curtain was clearly visible.
She took a step back, then another. Two precise steps.
