Seven or eight buildings collapsed at once, the crash shaking the heavens. A massive cloud of dust rose afterward, mixed with countless chunks of broken stone and rubble, surging toward Jiang Hao.
Seeing the rolling dust cloud rushing over, Jiang Hao was startled and ran into the distance. After he had sprinted roughly a hundred meters, the dust was already close behind him. He sidestepped and dashed toward the Federal Bank Building beside him.
Because of the earthquake, people inside the building were pouring out. The entrance to the Federal Bank Building was clogged in no time. People shoved and shouted as they surged outside, blocking the passage completely. There was no way in.
Seeing this, Jiang Hao suddenly accelerated. When he reached the entrance, he leaped upward, planted a foot on the statue by the doors, and launched himself into the air. Then he stepped on the heads of those white financial elites, covering two or three meters with every stride as he ran into the building.
Some people screamed after being stepped on, but by the time they looked up, he had already vanished. Those people finally squeezed their way out, only to see the overwhelming dust cloud rolling toward them as soon as they reached the street. It instantly swallowed the financial elites who had escaped outside.
"Help~~!"
"Ah, I'm going to die."
"I can't breathe! Someone save me! Cough, cough, cough."
Jiang Hao ran into the building lobby, where there were also many people. They poured out of the elevators and continued fleeing outside.
Jiang Hao pressed himself against the wall, watching the crowd rush past him as he pondered. When an earthquake struck, people's first reaction was to run outside. But sometimes, the ground was not necessarily safe, especially in a bustling district packed with