The bus was already veering off the road. Once the driver lost control, the vehicle abruptly split in two, showering sparks as it hurtled across the plaza beside it with the driver and the couple still inside the front half.
Amid a chorus of screams, the passengers in the back half were thrown out by the force of inertia, tumbling through the air like dumplings from a pot.
Fu Qian, the mastermind behind it all, paid no attention to the gruesome scene. His eyes remained fixed on the receding front half of the bus.
The next moment, a massive bolt of lightning came crashing down, striking the driver and the other two passengers. The front half of the bus exploded into a fireball.
The screams abruptly stopped. The bloodied passengers froze in shock.
By the time the lightning struck, the driver and the couple had already been swallowed by the flames.
They couldn't understand why lightning would strike in weather like this. But if the bus hadn't split apart, the entire vehicle would have gone up in flames.
By comparison, getting a few bumps and cuts hardly seemed like anything.
For a moment, the passengers were at a loss over how to feel.
The commotion naturally drew a strong reaction from those nearby. The police were already hurrying over.
Only then did Fu Qian get up and slip silently away from the scene.
He hadn't stomped through the bus because he'd foreseen it being struck by lightning.
It was simply that the couple had been acting strangely, and the driver's movements had been odd, too. He'd had a feeling something was about to happen.
Even so, the sight of a bolt of lightning appearing out of nowhere was awe-inspiring.
It had packed quite a punch, too—its destructive force was comparable