"Crash"
A massive gust of wind, mixed with the tang of rust, bore down directly on her face.
It was the scythe of death.
Lin Wan Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.
No screams.
No stiffness.
Adrenaline surged to the extreme at this moment.
Her foot, clad in high heels, fiercely pushed back.
Both hands gripped the handle of the baby stroller tightly, using all her strength, she yanked it sharply towards the blind spot behind the utility pole.
"Hold tight!"
The wheels of the stroller screeched piercingly on the ground.
Almost simultaneously.
"Boom!!!"
A loud noise shook the dust in the entire alley.
The tricycle, loaded with scrap iron and stones, crashed into the red brick wall right behind where Lin Wan Yi had just stood.
Dust rose everywhere.
Half of the brick wall was demolished.
Bricks flew wildly.
The front of the tricycle was completely deformed, twisted into a mass of scrap iron.
If it had crashed into a person...
It would have been a mound of flesh.
