Can you fathom the sensation of being doused in frigid water in temperatures plummeting below minus seventy degrees? With a substantial water pipe in hand, Zhang Yi directed the flow towards those small, pitiful figures outside his door. The temperature difference between indoors and outdoors was around one hundred degrees. Consequently, when the water streamed out, it emitted steam due to the warmth indoors. However, once it made contact with those individuals outside, it promptly froze into ice. In the bone-chilling cold, they were all dressed in down jackets and sweaters. The cold water soaked them to the core, rendering them akin to being thrust into an ice cellar.
"Damn! It's freezing, I'm going to die of cold!"
"Ahh, stop, please stop pouring!"
At this point, they would rather endure a severe beating than suffer this icy torment. Lips turned purple, and some even went into shock due to extreme low temperatures. Instinctively, they hastily retreated from Zhang Yi's doorstep. However, within a short span of ten seconds, their entire bodies were thoroughly soaked. Even before they could escape using the elevator, their clothes had frozen stiff.
Observing their retreat, Zhang Yi turned off the water tap. Initially contemplating using his hand crossbow to discipline them, he reconsidered due to the slow loading speed and the potential for counterattacks through the shooting hole. The effect of inundating them with a massive stream of water turned out to be more effective.
Once drenched by Zhang Yi, the small fry were left with blue lips and shivering bodies. They hurriedly returned to Chen Zhenghao's residence. Witnessing their sorry state, Chen Zhenghao couldn't contain his anger.
"Where's that little rabbit? Did you capture him?"
Meanwhile, his underlings scrambled to find blankets and sheets for warmth. Drenched to the bone, their clothes had frozen into ice chips. Over a dozen people competed for clothes and blankets, and due to shortages, a few underlings had no choice but to huddle together for warmth. The scene was somewhat peculiar.
Enraged, Chen Zhenghao slammed the table, demanding an explanation. After some shivering explanations, the underlings clarified the situation.
"That Zhang Yi is too despicable, using a water pipe to drench us. It's unbearable!"
"Their door is incredibly thick. We've hammered away for ages and only chipped off a bit of paint."
Chen Zhenghao, deep in thought, frowned. Indeed, he had sensed the sturdiness of Zhang Yi's door during his earlier attempts. Breaking in forcibly seemed challenging. However, he quickly chuckled.
"No problem. Even if their door is as sturdy as iron, it will inevitably have weaknesses. Moreover, I refuse to believe that he can stay inside forever. You guys stay nearby; the moment he steps out, eliminate him immediately!"
Chen Zhenghao's menacing words elicited cold laughter from his underlings, who, despite being frozen, strained to appear intimidating. Though frozen, their demeanor exuded toughness.
Unbeknownst to them, Zhang Yi had no intention of leaving his haven. Hell lay outside; his room was paradise. Why leave paradise for hell?
After settling matters with Chen Zhenghao's group, Zhang Yi returned to his room, immersed in his games. Though aware these individuals wouldn't give up easily, they lacked the capability to invade his sanctuary. As for venturing outside? Zhang Yi would never make such a choice. Even with a minuscule one-in-a-million risk, he wouldn't take the chance.
Basking in the comfort of his home, Zhang Yi lay on the sofa, dressed lightly in autumn attire. The room maintained a cozy 27 degrees, offering a pleasant ambiance. Turning on the TV, he watched various programs. Many national channels had ceased broadcasting, leaving only regional channels and CCTV with propaganda messages, rallying slogans, and encouragement.
"At this moment, our attention is focused on Shengjing. Officials are orchestrating strategies to launch a final assault against the snow disaster!"
"Reports indicate that the United States, due to inadequate snow disaster prevention, has left two hundred million people affected, with tens of millions dead!"
"Our country's snow disaster is within controllable limits, and everything is developing positively."
"We hope everyone remains calm; trust in the power of the authorities!"
Shaking his head, Zhang Yi contemplated the enormity and dreadfulness of this snow disaster, something beyond human imagination. Despite the authorities' efforts, human strength proved feeble against the force of nature.