As a seaside city, summer storms are quite common.
At this moment, a torrential storm raged outside the vehicle, with sheets of rain pelting the slanted windows. The windshield wipers swung back and forth like an out-of-control metronome, clearing away the layers of rainwater.
Two policemen clad in raincoats stood by the roadside, with the already closed commercial street behind them, seemingly conducting some checks as they repeatedly stopped passing vehicles.
The rain clattered loudly on the roof of the car.
Bi Fang said, "Mugalen, switch places with me, quickly."
"Okay."
Bi Fang lowered his backrest, and they swiftly exchanged positions. Then he told Mugalen to take off his face mask and sunglasses.
"Didn't you say..."
"Just do as I say. When they come over to ask, you take the initiative to speak up and say you are a tourist from abroad. No matter what he asks, just say you are Amrican, with an aggressive tone, got it?"
"I have a good temper..."
