As July neared its end and August approached, it was the peak of summer. The sky was permeated with blue and crystal clear. There were only a few clouds in the sky, no wind, just a scorching sun hanging high, baking everything on the ground, rendering almost everything listless, without a sound.
However...
"What did you say...!" The roar was nearly a bellow, red-faced and ears steaming, as if exerting all the energy one might use for breastfeeding, simply deafening, as if it were about to burst one's eardrums.
Leng Jianjun's eyes bulged as he stared at Sheng Zhenhong, who was seated not far in front of him, breathing rapidly, disbelieving, his expression...detestable! The other people around all covered their ears in unison, yet they still felt the roar echoing in their minds.
