On the highway.
The Land Rover had just come to a stop.
Another car behind them crashed into the headlights of the car ahead, smashing its taillights to pieces, but that was as far as its momentum carried it. After so many cars had collided, the vehicles piled up behind had reacted early—some braked, some swerved—and all of them barely managed to stop. At last, the disaster did not escalate further. For about a second, the air was silent. Looking at the twisted wreckage ahead, the overturned tour bus and cargo truck, hearing the cries and screams coming from inside the vehicles and seeing blood flowing out onto the road, everyone was overcome with terror. Many of the more timid women had even begun to cry.
"Ah!"
"My leg!"
"Mom! Mom, wake up!"
"Help! Help!"
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
"Save the students! Save the students!"
The scene was utterly tragic. Much of the shattered glass from the collision was covered in blood!
People from the cars behind who had been lucky enough not to crash kept opening their doors and getting out. Their faces were deathly pale, and many were so frightened that their legs had gone weak.
They had escaped disaster!
Quite a few people felt immensely relieved!
Dong Xuebin stared grimly ahead. The accident had only made his expression tense; he did not feel nervous or frightened. He had weathered too many storms—walked through gunfire, survived a plane crash, been buried by mudslides, and been struck by collapsing buildings during earthquakes. After everything he had endured, it was no longer easy to make his heart race. A mere traffic accident was not enough to scare him; he had not even blinked. Such things had become almost routine to him. But when he saw ten cars involved in the crash,