To protect Natasha, he would make an enemy of anyone.
....
Palm-sized snowflakes fell like an out-of-control torrent, cascading from the depths of the sky. With overwhelming force, they sealed the vast world shut, like a dense, airtight white curtain descending from on high.
Everything within sight was a chaotic, hazy expanse.
The entire river valley had become a vast labyrinth of snow.
The once-familiar log cabins, stone paths, and lamps in the camp were all mercilessly buried by the heavy snow.
Only a few blurry outlines poked through, proof that they had once existed.
Feng Mountain, Ma Wei, and a few old veterans, clad in heavy winter gear, trudged laboriously through the knee-deep snow.
Each step seemed to drain all their strength, and the snow made a muffled CRUNCH beneath their feet.
Fortunately, the tigers were there to help.
Relying on their superb adaptation to the snow, they dragged the men slowly forward.
