Proven correct, Jiang Cheng and Director Leng's assumptions were spot on.
After arranging the passengers, the train conductor rushed back with his team.
Hearing the loud bang halfway, they accelerated their pace desperately.
Another loud booming sound echoed, and they saw the bridge ahead collapsing right before their eyes.
As the dust and debris scattered and fell away, people on both sides of the ravine caught sight of each other.
"Someone's over there! Are they here to save us?"
"What's the use of having people over there? We have no way to get across."
"This damned Hua Xia, should've never come!"
Apparently, several foreign friends reached their breaking point; their speech rate increased rapidly, laden with profanities.
Director Leng casually asked Jiang Cheng, "What does this F word mean?"
"Similar to the way we greet mothers when arguing in Hua Xia."
Director Leng, suddenly enlightened, deeply remembered this F word.
He reckoned he might find it handy.
