Sun Jingtao's solemn thoughts had ebbed away as the raft neared the shopping center by the residential complex.
"Xiao Ye, have we figured out our speed yet?" he asked.
"Yes, it's about six kilometers per hour. Brother Tao, you and Brother Zhao try to maintain this speed," Ye Qing replied, then immediately directed,
"Turn right, continue at a thirty-degree angle for three minutes."
"Okay." Sun Jingtao nodded, and Zhao Pengfei temporarily stopped paddling.
Controlling angles was beyond him, a rough man, his job was to exert force; as for the overall direction and control of the raft, that was led by Sun Jingtao.
This was a plan they had just developed after a short test.
The estates they were headed to were by the ring road.
If not for the torrential rain, finding them with just their naked eyes and a rough sense of direction would have been a piece of cake.
But now, with the dense curtain of rain obscuring their view, they could only resort to these clumsy methods.
