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 ye