Late night, 11.50 p.m.

Bayin shuddered as he hid behind the windows. He didn’t leave his station. The Arxan Port Bridge was located approximately 50 meters in front of the customs compound. That said, everything was dark, and he could barely see anything. Meanwhile, Xiao Guolong did the same form the other end of the bridge, leaning close to the window with gritted teeth as he gazed intently at the end of the bridge.

The winds howled and whistled in the cold winter night, sounding no different from the whimpers and wails of a group of ghosts. There wasn’t the usual rustling of leaves because the branches were all covered with deep frost. The lands were completely barren and desolate, and yet the deathly solitude also exuded a sense of beauty and grace.

Both sides of the border crossing were already closed by now, and the lights on the bridge were all completely shut off. Only the guards and soldiers who were on duty were still standing sentry in the vicinity or patrolling about. Only the lights on each end of the riverbanks were still lit up like beacons in the snowy winter nights. The muffled footsteps of the soldiers trudging through the thick snow was completely drowned out by the howling winds around them.

Xiao Guolong didn’t switch on his light at all. He’d already received instructions earlier that afternoon, after combing through his surveillance monitors...