December 21st.
Twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month.
Wang Yunxiao opened his eyes, moved his stiff body, and shook off the snow accumulating on his shoulders.
He turned his head and saw a little girl with a runny nose staring blankly at him.
"Aren't you cold?"
Bullshit, how could I not be cold?
But compared to the problem at hand, the cold climate is actually a trivial issue.
The North China region has been densely populated since ancient times, with Pavilion Bridge as the center, covering countless urban and rural towns within a ten-kilometer radius—even more so if you count the remote villages hidden in the valleys.
Even if the Special Service Bureau split its elite forces in half, they still couldn't cover every place.
Wang Yunxiao is currently solely responsible for the security of Chu Village, which has about one hundred and fifty households and a population of three to four hundred.
