The women in the car exchanged glances when they heard Feng Jun yelling like that.
After a while, his niece murmured softly, "Another seventeen or eighteen thunders? Could it be... his brain got struck and damaged?"
"Shut up!" Mrs. Yang turned her head and scolded in a low voice, "This is the master's marvel!"
The thunderstorm came quickly and left just as fast, lasting less than an hour in total before the thunder faded away.
The rain continued, but it had lessened significantly. Feng Jun patted the car door and came over to greet, "Since there's only the three of you left, I'll arrange for someone to put on your tire first thing tomorrow morning. Drive straight along the mountain road, and wait for me in the villa courtyard."
Seeing him turn to leave, his niece called out, "Master, if we can get the tire on, is it okay for us to go up overnight?"
"Yes," Feng Jun kicked his motorcycle, started it, and rode away into the distance.
