The women in the car looked at one another when they heard Feng Jun shout that.
After a long while, the niece muttered softly, "Seventeen or eighteen more lightning strikes? Don't tell me... his brain got fried by the lightning?"
"Shut up!" Madam Yang turned around and reprimanded her in a low voice. "This is the master's divine power!"
The thunderstorm came quickly and went quickly. In less than an hour, the thunder had faded into the distance.
The rain was still falling, but it had weakened considerably. Feng Jun patted the car door and came over to greet them. "Since there are only three of you now, I'll arrange for someone to put the tires on tomorrow morning. Drive straight up the mountain road and wait for me in the villa courtyard."
Seeing him turn to leave, the niece called out, "Master, if we can get the tires on, can we drive up tonight?"
"Sure." Feng Jun kicked the motorcycle to life and sped away.
The niece took out a thousand yuan and forced the two gate guards to get up in the middle of the night to install the tires. Strictly speaking, though, the lightning earlier had been so fierce that both guards had already been startled awake.
At three in the morning, the luxury bus was driven right up to the entrance of the villa's little courtyard.
There was no helping it. All three people on the bus were women, and the niece's courage was limited even if she was somewhat bolder than the others. Even within Luohua Manor, they did not want to spend the night out in the wilderness in weather like this.
When they saw the lights shining from the villa and the streetlamps around it, the three women let out long sighs of