The road up Floating Green Mountain rose and fell, with one stretch winding upward between the towering mountainside on one side and a guardrail on the other.
The bodyguards followed behind in two cars.
Sun Binghe drove with extreme care. Honestly, today was no day to go out, but the weather had seemed normal enough when they set off. It felt as though barely half an hour had passed, yet the snow was already heavy enough to warrant an orange alert tomorrow.
Suddenly, Shen Lian glanced in the rearview mirror, and his expression shifted slightly. Had that van followed them all the way here?
According to Sun Binghe, this road led only to Floating Green Mountain.
Shen Lian quickly memorized the license plate, but a second later, the van turned onto a narrow side road between two mountains. It swayed a few times among the bare trees, then vanished.
Shen Lian frowned.
The snow grew heavier, and visibility steadily worsened. Shen Lian took out his phone and tested it. Two bars of signal, and even the internet connection kept cutting out.
"Call Feng Yueshan and have him send someone to meet us," Shen Lian said.
"Okay," Sun Binghe replied.
Shen Lian had already dialed. In the surrounding silence, the ringing came through clearly. He turned with a smile, as though about to say something to Sun Binghe, but then his smile abruptly froze.
The sound of wind and snow seemed to stretch out beside their ears, almost roaring toward them. Sun Binghe sensed something at that instant, but the sharp, bone-chilling sensation came too fast. With his survival instinct pushed to its limit, he saw, reflected deep in Shen Lian's pupils, the black van slam one of the bodyguards' cars aside. Its front end shuddered violently, but it still bore