Chapter 290 Royal Cinema

Compared to the typhoons in Future City, those in Technology City can't be said to be less severe, but to Lin Wu, they felt like throwing a meat bun at a dog. No matter how much rain, the sandy terrain absorbed it all cleanly, leaving not a puddle in sight. And wind wasn't a problem either—what place that routinely whips up sandstorms would fear a typhoon?

The second seven-day typhoon of the summer, in Lin Wu and Maya's view, was boring, nothing but boring. They slept, played cards, ate food. When the wind eased, they'd go out for a stroll, fish nearby, and ride horses.