The heavy snow had been falling non-stop since the sky turned dark. By midnight, the entire town of Sancha River had turned into a silver-white world.
By early dawn, the snow had lessened a bit. Though the world was now silver-white, it wasn't so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The howling wind blowing by the lines of trees beside the road sounded like a wailing wolf, eerie to listen to.
At this moment, several shadows, holding flashlights, were slowly walking on the bridge.
From afar, Heizi's loud voice could be heard through the wind, "I always said if Brother Fei is handling it, nothing can go wrong. So? Are you convinced now? Whoever dares to object to that, step up and let me see!"
