Dio was swept into the air by the gale, but he had no attention to spare for this peculiar experience.
The reason was the enormous syrup storage tank nearby, which had been caught in the blast and sprung a crack!
If all the syrup in a tank that big poured out, it would probably flood the entire street! Dio could not quite understand why a bomb striking the tank wall would have left only such a small opening.
Besides, from what he had just observed, only the outer edge of the bomb's shock wave had reached it at most.
Suddenly, Vincent appeared beside Dio, likewise riding the gale, and said:
"That tank looks like it was built only a few months ago. It couldn't have fallen into disrepair. A partial rupture like this could only be the result of cutting corners."
His gaze was grave as he silently began calculating the figures for the tank before him.
"It's about fifteen meters tall and nearly twenty-seven meters in diameter. Even if it isn't full, the total volume of syrup inside must be close to-"
"Eight million liters?"
Both Vincent and Dio were a little stunned by the result.
"Isn't Memorial Day coming up? Why is there still so much syrup stored here instead of being used to make Hardtack Candy?"
Having worked as a civil servant in Pati City for three years, Vincent knew something of the local customs, but he knew little about what had happened in recent years.
Hearing this, Dio suddenly remembered what Luren had said in the alley yesterday and understood everything:
"The Syrup Factory has a new director. He wants to abolish the custom of handing out candy on Memorial Day!"
At this, Vincent understood how it had happened, but there was still something he did