All along the way, Sheng Shaochen had been overtaking, and to him, all the indicator lights turned green, unimpeded.
Originally a thirty-minute journey, Shaochen managed it in just ten minutes.
Just about to ascend the mountainous roads of Sangjiang Port.
Suddenly, the sky of July began to pour torrentially.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and rain curtain cascaded down.
Hitting the windshield, it instantly blurred his vision.
Shaochen turned on the wiper, desperately swiping, but the rain was too heavy, and despite the wiper at its maximum frequency, visibility remained very low.
Shaochen had no choice but to slow down.
The mountainous roads at Sangjiang Port were a gathering spot for motorcyclists to speed.
It was also an undeveloped road section on the outskirts of Jin City.
The road was potted and bumpy, and hard to navigate even on sunny days.
Now after the storm's wash, it immediately became muddy and slippery.
