After the Nancheng authorities issued an emergency notice, the relevant departments immediately began to take corresponding actions.

After receiving the notice, the neighborhood committee, community property management, street association and other departments immediately went door to door to notify everyone.

When the people got the news, they quickly put on their clothes and went downstairs, spreading the news as they ran.

Fortunately, the drainage system in the south city is excellent, and the current amount of water is not enough to wash away people and vehicles.

Everyone was running to a safe place, and official departments had made the best plans.

When one side is in trouble, all sides will come to its aid. In addition to the emergency supplies already available in Nancheng, supplies from several nearby cities have also been transported by land.

In addition, the drainage systems of several nearby cities have also been communicated and are ready to share the drainage burden at any time.

Affected by the hearse incident, Nancheng, which had entered a dormant period early, suddenly became busy.

Fortunately, as a rainy city, the people in South City were not too panicked. They were just curious about when the heavy rain would stop.

Even in the heavy rain, it did not interfere with the performance of the talkative crowd at all.

During the chat, someone came up with a ridiculous idea:

"Where is Brother Sangzang? Lord Dragon has gone crazy. Do you have his TikTok account? Circle it and let Brother Sangzang teach him a lesson!"

"Brother, stop messing around. No matter how awesome Brother Sangzang is, he is at most the King of Hell. He is at most on the same level as the Dragon King. He can't do anything!"

"What? If you can't do it, then pay attention to the Meteorological Bureau. There was no advance notice for such a heavy rain. Are they just sitting there doing nothing?"

Of course, not all people in South City are so panicked.

Some large building complexes have complete drainage facilities and there is no need to worry about the dangers brought by heavy rain.

In addition to these places with sufficient hardware facilities, there are also some brave people who are not afraid of heavy rain.

For example, in a basement in the southern suburbs.

In a studio called 'Changhong Funeral Franchise Center', all the staff were not panicking at all.

As for why not panic?

Nothing else, just courage.

He dares to cheat people under the name of funeral brother, so he is afraid of heavy rain from God?

"Boss, it's raining so hard, the authorities have issued an emergency notice, shouldn't we withdraw?"

A fat guy in the studio did not realize the seriousness of the problem and was still asking for the advice of the studio boss.

"Retreat? Retreat like a piece of shit!"

The studio boss waved his hand with disdain:

"Xiaopang, I've told you so many times that you should just listen to the official words. If everyone runs out, South City will collapse."

"There wasn't such heavy rain in our South City that month, and no one was drowned or washed away."

"In terms of drainage capabilities, Nancheng is second, and no one in the country dares to claim to be first!"

"rainstorm?"

"Even if all the water from Xiaopingyang is poured in, there will be no power outage in South City."

"In my opinion, this is most likely a promotion drill, or the emergency supplies are about to expire, so they are using this method to consume them."

"Don't panic, Brother Sangsang has already found us. We will work overtime tonight, destroy the data after dawn, and go abroad to have fun!"

"This rainstorm is really God's help!"

In order to commit fraud more efficiently, Changhong Studio eats and lives in this basement.

Originally, they were ready to retreat when they were discovered by Zhang Fan.

The heavy rain actually increased their chances of escape.

"Boss, I believe you, brothers, keep going!"

After hearing what the boss said, Xiaopang suddenly became full of confidence. While calling on his brothers to continue, he had already started to imagine the better life in the future.

Not only Xiaopang, but everyone else in the studio also believed in the boss's words.

It’s such a small studio, with a maximum of twenty people.

By pretending to be a funeral brother, everyone made an astronomical amount of money in an extremely short period of time.

Achieve financial freedom and completely rewrite your life!

The one who helped them accomplish all this was their boss, Zhang Hong, the founder of Changhong Studio.

Changhong’s life motto is simple: Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk!

But the fact is that he did help all members make a lot of money through adventurous means.

So, the studio members not only fully trust him, but also admire him very much!

It’s not that they don’t dare to refute Chang Hong’s words, but they don’t even have the idea of ​​refutation at all.

However, after twenty minutes, everyone realized that something was wrong.

“Sizzle~”

Perhaps due to the heavy rain, the power in the basement was completely cut off.

"Boss, the power is out...it doesn't look like the rain is going to stop!"

Because the studio is full of laptops, the basement will not be completely dark after a power outage.

When Xiaopang's voice sounded, Zhang Hong also realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Boss, water is starting to leak at the door!" the member at the door reported.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Hong said, "Open the door and take a look. If it's really raining hard, let's hide somewhere high. Remember to bring your computers with you!"

"good!"

The member at the door responded, then rushed to the door and slowly opened it.

“Clatter…”

Because of the terrain, the water outside the door had already accumulated to more than one meter.

The rainwater crowded together, constantly looking for a breakthrough.

When the door was opened, it looked like a gate had been opened.

The accumulated water rushed in through the door like a wild beast, knocking down the brothers at the door in an instant!

"Oh my god... Gurgle Gurgle..."

"What love... Gulu..."

"Retreat quickly!"

“…”

Ten minutes later, the basement where Changhong's office was located was completely filled with rainwater.

Although some members of the studio were good at swimming, they were unable to do so in this situation and were all trapped in the basement.

Someone struggled to rush to the door, but saw a stone that made him despair...

…

The other side.

Nanshan Mental Hospital.

Ward 208.

Because the drainage facilities were strong enough, the crowd did not receive a notice to evacuate immediately.

But the heavy rain outside the window made the patients feel very unhappy.

"Damn it, it's raining non-stop. Where's the Dragon King of the East China Sea? Is he crazy? Pull him over here and give him a beating!"

Yang Er's words instantly gained everyone's support.

"Beat him, beat him!"

"Keep a low profile!"

"What the hell? What are you doing? Don't be violent! It's none of my business!"

Li Donghae, who had just received a beating, was lying on the bed and had not yet recovered when he was suddenly pulled up by a pair of black hands.

“Turn off the lights!”

“Snap!”

"Whoa! Don't hit my face!"

After the lights were turned off, crackling sounds were heard in Ward 208.

The sound continued for a full twenty minutes, until the raindrops outside the window became smaller and the thunder stopped, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

"Be more careful next time!"

The heavy rain turned into light rain, and the critical hit that Lee Donghae had suffered soon stopped.

The patients returned to their homes as if nothing had happened.