Chapter 278: 278:Distress

The road once used by common people seemed to have turned into a warzone. 

Burnt-out shells of vehicles littered the highway while black smoke curled into the sky.

Shattered glass and debris were scattered across the asphalt, mingling with the smoldering remains of the broken burnt-down convoy. 

The air reeked of gunpowder and burnt rubber. Nearby trees and shrubs were scorched, twisted metal and charred pieces of tyres scattered through the area. The chaos had disrupted the once quiet, early evening. 

A small crowd of onlookers had gathered at a distance, murmuring nervously among themselves, pointing at the wreckage in disbelief. The terror of the sudden assault was fresh in their minds, and many still seemed shaken, their eyes darting to where the distant convoy had once been. Some clutched their phones, frantically explaining to loved ones what they had witnessed, while others stood in stunned silence.