Can you imagine what it feels like to have cold water poured on you at minus seventy degrees?

Zhang Yi wielded a large hose, dousing those henchmen right outside his door.

The temperature difference between inside and outside was about a hundred degrees.

So the water steamed as it flowed out, but once it hit those people, it rapidly froze!

In the bitter cold, each of them was dressed in down jackets and sweaters.

The cold water soaked them to the bone, as if they were thrust into an ice cellar.

"Damn! So cold, I'm freezing to death!"

"Ah, stop pouring, stop pouring!"

At this moment, they'd rather take a severe beating than endure this icy torture.

Their lips turned purple from the cold, and some even passed out from the extreme temperatures.

Instinctively, they hurried away from Zhang Yi's doorstep.

But in just a few seconds, they were thoroughly soaked.

They didn't even manage to escape via the elevator before their clothes froze stiff.

Zhang Yi watched them flee before finally turning off the faucet.

He had initially planned to teach them a lesson with his hand crossbow.

But that would have been too slow to load, and they might have retaliated through the shooting hole.

Instead, flooding them with water had a much better effect.

After a thorough chilling from Zhang Yi, the henchmen's lips turned purple.

They quickly ran back to Chen Zhenghao's place.

Seeing them return in such a sorry state, Chen Zhenghao was furious.

"Where's that little bastard? Did you catch him?"

But his henchmen were frantically looking for blankets and sheets to warm up.

Their clothes were soaked through, turned into chunks of ice.

A dozen people scrambled for clothes and blankets in the room.

However, due to the sheer number of people and not enough supplies, some henchmen had no choice but to strip and huddle together for warmth.

The scene was somewhat bizarre.

This infuriated Chen Zhenghao, who slammed the table and cursed, "Someone explain to me what the hell happened!"

A few henchmen regained some warmth and shakily explained the situation to Chen Zhenghao.

"That Zhang Yi is so despicable, spraying us with a hose. We couldn't stand it!"

"His door is so thick, we smashed it for ages and only chipped the paint."

After hearing this, Chen Zhenghao's brow furrowed deeply.

He too had felt the sturdiness of Zhang Yi's door when he tried to smash it.

It seemed a direct assault would be difficult.

But soon, he sneered.

"No matter, even if their house is as tough as iron, there will be a weakness."

"And I refuse to believe he can stay inside forever!"

"Just keep watch nearby, and the moment he steps out, beat him to death!"

Chen Zhenghao said viciously.

His henchmen, all desperate, shivered and snickered at his words.

Despite being frozen to the bone, they still tried to look fierce.

However, they couldn't have imagined that Zhang Yi had no intention of leaving his home.

Outside was hell, but his room was heaven.

Why would anyone leave paradise for hell?

...

After dealing with Chen Zhenghao and the others, Zhang Yi went back to his gaming.

He knew these guys wouldn't give up, but they lacked the ability to break into his home.

As for going out?

He wouldn't make that choice, not even if there was a one in ten thousand risk.

Why not comfortably hole up at home, where it was nice and cozy?

Soon after, Zhang Yi went to the floor-to-ceiling window to check the outside scene.

Indeed, there were people trying to shovel the snow.

He seemed to spot Uncle You, the earnest and enthusiastic retired soldier, always the first to rush into action.

The dozen or so people below were some of the more agreeable young folks from the property owners' chat group.

Yet, members of the Neighborhood Committee like Mrs. Lin were nowhere to be seen.

Against the two to three-meter thick layer of snow, they struggled to dig.

But Zhang Yi knew it was a futile effort.

Not to mention, just digging a path from the building to the community gate would take a whole day.

And even if they managed that, what then?

The roads outside were completely covered too.

Such thick snow could only be cleared slowly by professional-grade snowplows.

But in the south, such vehicles simply didn't exist.

Going out had become an impossibility.

Moreover, in weather below minus seventy degrees, they couldn't last long.

Without adequate cold protection and the physical condition to withstand such temperatures, they risked frostbite after just half an hour outside.

Zhang Yi shook his head.

These honest folks were indeed pitiable.

But it was their choice, and he didn't bother to comment.

After all, none of it concerned him now; he just wanted to survive.

As the afternoon approached, Zhang Yi felt hungry and took out a feast from his extradimensional space.

It was a simple meal: a plate of Australian lobster, a Wellington steak, two Huangshan pastries, and a bottle of cola.

He had plenty of such delicacies in his space.

Now that he was homebound, Zhang Yi's schedule became more flexible.

Sleep when tired, eat when hungry, no need to distinguish between day and night.

The heavy snow continued to fall outside.

Zhang Yi glanced down at the apartment complex.

The snow shovelers had gone back.

The small area they had cleared was quickly covered again by the falling snow.

They probably realized that their efforts alone couldn't combat nature.

Zhang Yi, cozy in his thermal wear, lay on the sofa with the room temperature at a comfortable 27 degrees.

He turned on the TV, watching the programs that were still broadcasting.

Many national stations had stopped airing, leaving only some provincial channels and CCTV.

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They broadcasted official work and slogans to encourage the public.

"At this moment, our focus turns to Shengjing. Officials are strategizing and directing us in the final assault against the snow disaster!"

"Reports indicate that due to inadequate snow disaster management, the US has suffered two hundred million affected and tens of millions dead!"

"Our country's snow disaster is within controllable limits, and everything is improving."

"We hope everyone remains calm and trusts in the power of the officials!"

Zhang Yi shook his head.

The magnitude and terror of the snow disaster were beyond human imagination.

Although officials were trying to solve the problem, human power was too insignificant in the face of nature.