Previously in the SUV, Fang Zheng could already see that the entire bridge was obscured with fog.
In the beginning, Fang Zheng thought that it was just normal fog.
However, as they followed behind the cool man in the leather jacket, the line of people made it to the bridge. When he managed to get closer, Fang Zheng felt something was off.
This was no normal fog.
The entire bridge, including Jiangdi, was blanketed by a thick layer of gray fog.
The gray fog seemed to form a border, demarcating the line between two worlds. The bridge above and Jiangdi included—no sound nor light could cut through the fog.
There was only silence, unnatural and permeating.
There was a grim air of death.
At this moment, between the river banks and Jaingdi, there were a few cars parked. A few armored cars were prepared and ready to enter Jiangdi, like a pencil-straight rapier stabbing through the fog.