As night fell, Hank moved through the streets and alleys of the small county town.

It was deep winter now and extremely cold, but he was only wearing a long trench coat and did not seem affected at all.

High-level martial artists were no longer afraid of the cold.

A small-time thug from the street corner approached with a flattering smile. "Mr. Armstrong, you're here!"

Hank growled, "Get away from me and keep your distance. I can't stand your stench! Where's Cole Nielsen? Has he arrived yet?"

The punk quickly stepped back but still smiled nervously. "He's waiting for you at the usual spot, sir. Go right ahead."

Hank started walking but paused. "Find me a woman. Someone easy on the eyes. I need to blow off some steam."

The punk nodded eagerly. "Right away, sir. I'll get you the best we've got!"

…

Back at Maple Hotel, Chantelle gave a brief report to Andrew. "That's the situation… The case is clear now. As long as we find the parasite poison caster, we can close it."

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