The entire capital was shrouded in extremely thick dark clouds, the scale and grandeur of which were unprecedented in the capital in the past hundred years.
What's even more alarming is that this weather condition was completely undetected by the Tiandu Meteorological Observatory!
[Holy crap, what's going on? Has another scumbag gone around swearing oaths and then the heavens heard it and decided to send down lightning to strike him dead?]
[What kind of scumbag could cause such a commotion? He must be a god-level scumbag!]
[No way, no way, this is the 21st century! Could someone really be cultivating immortality? Is this the start of a tribulation?!]
[What level must this be to break through?!]
[Holy crap, I saw lightning! Dark purple lightning! Dark purple! Dark purple! Dark purple! It really is a tribulation!]
Wake up, everyone! There are no gods or ghosts in modern times, so what's the point of undergoing tribulations? If you ask me, it's definitely because someone did something that angered both heaven and man, and they're getting their just desserts!
Kill those scumbags! Kill one, kill two, kill two!
[Oh my god, this is terrifying! I feel like the dark clouds above my house are thicker than elsewhere, and the lightning that just struck the house next to mine has already collapsed halfway down. Will the next lightning bolt hit my house?]
[Holy crap, it really struck a house?! Hey upstairs, can you tell me the location?! I need to find a beautiful spot with a great view to see firsthand how lightning kills scum!]
Stop begging. Location: Tiandu No. 1 Compound, a place you can't get into.
The moment the words "No. 1 Compound" appeared, the internet fell into an eerie silence. The trending topics that had just climbed to the top suddenly disappeared, and all kinds of Weibo photos and comments fell silent.
But it only lasted for less than a minute.
A minute later, another bolt of purplish-black lightning, as thick as an adult's forearm, struck down, once again landing in the direction of Compound No. 1.
Netizens: "..."
Once can be called a coincidence, but twice?
Not to mention the third, fourth...
The netizen who previously claimed that lightning struck the house next to his couldn't resist recording a video and posting it online.
Dark clouds, more than twice as dense as elsewhere, gathered above the house, and on average, a huge bolt of lightning struck every minute.
Moreover, the landing point was extremely precise; it struck the building exactly as it was intended.
With this kind of attitude, let alone jumping into the Yellow River, even if they jumped into the Pacific Ocean, the owners of this house would have a hard time explaining it.
I really don't know how to explain it.
It was noon, and Yang Qiming had just finished lunch, taken a walk, and was about to take a short rest when he suddenly heard his subordinates report that there was unusual weather in the capital that even the meteorological station had not predicted.
He immediately went outside and took a look.
But before he could figure out what was going on, a bolt of purplish-black lightning struck from the sky, about twenty meters away from him.
He could almost see the leaping, flashing lightning in the thunder.
Even though he was used to big scenes, Yang Qiming couldn't help but be startled.
Then came a surge of rage: "What happened?"
In places like theirs, the lightning protection facilities are quite good, so even if lightning strikes, it won't cause any real damage.
But now...
Yang Qiming looked at the villa in the distance, one corner of which had collapsed, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the image of a raging storm!
But he soon realized that he had been angry too soon.
One after another, and yet another…
One bolt of lightning after another struck down, each one hitting the Yang family's villa with perfect accuracy. In no time, the once meticulously constructed villa was completely unrecognizable.
And that's not even the worst of it.
The worst part was the content on the tablet that his assistant reluctantly handed to him.
Various comments.
Some gloated, some questioned and insulted, some demanded explanations... In short, at least eight out of ten comments believed that the Yang family had done something that angered both heaven and man, which was why they had attracted the wrath of heaven.
Yang Qiming never dreamed that after planning for so long, fighting against the Xuanyuan family for so long, and with the situation looking so favorable, such an illogical thing would happen!
It destroyed everything he had painstakingly built up.
Evidence! We absolutely need evidence!
If you have evidence, find it; if you don't, fabricate it!
"Go and find out the exact locations of these lightning strikes. If you encounter any suspicious individuals, arrest them on the spot!"
“If we can’t find the person…” He glanced at his assistant behind him, “Do you know what to do?”
The assistant, already drenched in sweat from fright, nodded emphatically upon hearing this: "I'll take care of it right away!"
Yang Qiming let out a snort from his nose and slowly withdrew his gaze.
Instead of avoiding it, he turned to look at the square-faced hacker who had also been brought out by the huge commotion, and said, "Have your men stop the online comments for now, and we'll stop once I've dealt with things on my end."
The square-faced hacker withdrew his gaze from the ruins, agreed upon hearing this, and then couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Yang, this thunder..."
Yang Qiming was now filled with endless anger and vague unease, and he was extremely irritable.
If anyone else asked him this question now, he would absolutely ignore them and tell them to get lost.
But the one asking the questions was the square-faced hacker, so even Yang Qiming could only suppress his anger slightly and comfort him, saying, "Someone must have done something behind the scenes. We'll find out soon enough."
Before the square-faced hacker could ask any more questions, his assistant, who had just run off, came running back breathlessly: "Found...found...someone is causing trouble...it's...it's in the basement...Yang...Yang..."
Mr. Yang's gaze suddenly sharpened, his eyes brightening slightly: "Who is it? Have you caught them? Bring them up here, I want to question them myself!"
The assistant's expression shifted several times; it was, to put it another way, quite strange.
He caught his breath a little, but was still uneasy, and mumbled, "We didn't catch them, but the person..." came.
The assistant was only halfway through speaking when he saw Yang Qiming's gaze suddenly fix on a certain spot, and his expression changed.
He realized what was happening and immediately stepped aside.
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