In the wee hours, the coldest time of day.
Wu Liuchun had carefully observed the topography of this area with his people. The location they had chosen was excellent, with an endless ice lake behind and traps and alarms scattered in front. No one knew where these people got so much stuff to construct this fortress-like stronghold.
A direct assault was definitely out of the question, not to mention they couldn't win, just the outer ring of traps was enough to give them a headache. Give up… yet they couldn't bear to. After all, they had just seen the well-processed food this place had, which was many times more than their own stock. With those things, they wouldn't have to hunt in this frozen wasteland for at least a month.
"Haoran? Haoran, come here."
Wu Liuchun turned and called a young underling. The young man named Haoran stepped forward, lowering his voice, "Mr. Chun, what's up?"
"Find a way to blend in."
"Me?" Haoran hesitated: "But I..."
