Duan Ye was dozing off in the car when he heard this, and he snapped out of it for a moment: "Probably not."

Xiao Wu sighed, "If this keeps up, I'm going to freeze into an icicle... Achoo!"

Duan Ye smiled and was about to speak when his phone rang.

As soon as the call connected, Duan Ze's voice came through: "I have people coming from all three roads. Judging by this, it looks like they're going to do something on each one..."

Duan Ye glanced at the bridge not far from him, and he was quite curious as to how these people had made the bridge impassable.

Duan Ye: "Just make sure you know who they are, let them do it, and record some evidence."

Duan Ze led his men to crawl in the snow, while another person held a camera, clearly photographing the group of people who were desperately setting up roadblocks.

Duan Ze: "Okay, how's it going on your end?"

Duan Ye looked at the sky, which was gradually darkening, and sighed, "It should be soon."

The road he took was the fastest route from Wenzhou to Kyoto. Duan Ye wasn't sure if there would be any roadblocks, so he could only wait and wait to wipe these people out in one fell swoop.

Duan Ye and Duan Ze brought nearly fifty men, who were all divided into groups and ambushed at various sections of the road.

When it got cold, they would get in the car to avoid the snow; when they were hungry, they would drink cold water and eat bread. They endured until five o'clock the next morning when a few black dots finally appeared in the vast snowfield.

This time, it was Duan Ye himself who was lying in wait.

Duan Ye moved his stiff hands and feet. His previously confused eyes instantly cleared.

“It’s finally here…” Duan Ye’s tone carried a hint of clarity.