Humiliation.
Jerry had decided.
He would plan it well, both to vent his anger and to turn a profit.
"Let's go."
Jerry angrily got into the car.
The convoy set off again.
By this time, it was getting dark and clouds were gathering in the sky. They had to hurry back before nightfall because the road home was too difficult to navigate and if it rained, there was a high probability of getting stuck.
They had driven less than ten kilometers.
When it suddenly started to rain.
And it was a downpour.
The road became blurred.
"Bang..."
There was a loud noise.
The tire of Jerry's car had blown out. Fortunately, the driver was skilled and reacted quickly to hold onto the steering wheel, but it was still too late to brake and the car went straight into the bushes by the roadside.
"Ouch..."
Jerry's head slammed into the glass.
Damn it.
Even the heavens were bullying him.
Jerry's anger reached new heights again.
