Nightfall descended, just like usual, without anything significant.
The streets appeared somewhat desolate at this moment; intentionally driven away, few pedestrians were about, with barricades piled at the intersections to prevent unnecessary people from approaching.
Many individuals wearing maintenance uniforms walked amongst them, including the Red Falcon. Though Old Dunling's winter had already passed, the lingering chill still existed; coupled with the naturally damp environment, he felt a bit cold as he paced by the roadside.
"Is the handling almost done?"
Someone emerged from a nearby mansion, drawing near to see the Red Falcon clearly, then asked.
"Almost, according to the report, it was Lorenzo who handled these demons, but after dealing with them, he didn't remain at the scene; no one knows where he went."
Joey was also feeling somewhat cold, glanced around, catching vague shadows casting curious glances here.
