The desolate snowfield became deathly silent, a cold and chilling murderous air permeating the atmosphere, with no sign of life around, not even a bird's chirp. It was like a still world of ice and snow, but within the towering tree canopy, Luo Zheng's heart could not settle. Instead, endless fury began to surge, the powerful urge to fire filling his brain, yet the last thread of rationality in his mind kept reminding Luo Zheng not to shoot.
Luo Zheng clenched his steel teeth in anger, his fiery tiger eyes flickering with endless rage. The sniper rifle that was already aimed could not lock onto the target due to muscle tremors. He took a deep breath, inhaling a large amount of icy air, which stung his lungs. His brain occupied by anger gained a bit more calmness, and his trigger finger slowly moved away.
