Qin Ziwen hurried back to the fifth floor.
He opened the window and was met with a shocking scene.
A turbid, mighty flood cascaded from upstream, sweeping along huge swaths of trees, rocks, and shrubs. From a distance, it looked like a furious yellow dragon.
The mountain torrent slammed into the Gated Community's outer walls, parting and spreading out to either side.
Trees upstream were snapped as the torrent surged downstream.
The surrounding land was submerged, and in the murky floodwaters, the perimeter walls looked like they could collapse at any moment.
The downpour continued.
Building Eight and the garage were on the complete opposite side, so he had no idea what the situation was like over there.
But from what he could see, the floodwaters were flowing around the perimeter walls and spreading outwards.
Faced with such a natural disaster, Qin Ziwen felt a profound sense of powerlessness.
There was nothing he could do, and nothing he could change.
