Now that I knew where these guys were, the rest was easy.

  Stephen ambled downstairs, where Martin had already prepared his dinner.

  He found a solo seat and quietly began enjoying his meal.

  It was a seared steak with a vegetable salad, accompanied by freshly baked buttered bread and a plate of sliced fresh fruit.

  You couldn't expect gourmet food in a small town like this, but the ingredients were undeniably fresh.

  The beef was tender and juicy, seared to a perfect crisp on the outside and tender on the inside – pure bliss with every bite.

  The vegetables were fresh and vibrant green, simply blanched and tossed with a rich salad dressing.

  The bread was freshly baked today, with a slightly crisp crust and a soft, airy interior. Dipped in the vegetable broth, it was incredibly flavorful.

  The fruit was simple: a few slices of apple and pear, plus half a peach.

  Stephen asked Martin the bartender for a bottle of whiskey and finished his dinner feeling great, then staggered out of the saloon.

  The night was late, and the streets were deserted. Only the saloon behind him remained lively.

  Stephen had downed quite a bit of booze, and the whiskey, in particular, was strong, making his head spin.

  Combined with the cool night air, it made him even dizzier. He leaned against a wall, wandering aimlessly through the town’s streets.

  Stephen staggered toward the Clinic, his footsteps erratic, looking like a drunken mess.

  Of course, he wasn't truly drunk, nor was he usually one for excessive drinking.

  If he wanted to figure out what was happening at the Clinic, and without arousing suspicion, he needed a legitimate reason to go inside and snoop around.

  And who better than a drunk to do so with impunity?

  Stephen kicked the door of the Clinic open, and as the owner looked at him with surprise, he grabbed a bottle of medicine from the shelf and started drinking from it.

  "Gimme booze! I need booze!"

  The clinic owner rushed forward, trying to stop Stephen, reaching out to snatch the medicine bottle from him.

  "This is medicine, not booze! Where did this drunk come from, for God's sake!"

  But the owner was just an average-sized man; he was no match for Stephen.

  Stephen waved his arm grandly, reminiscent of Lu Zhishen uprooting the willow tree, and easily lifted the saloon owner up in the air.

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  "Give me booze! Hurry, give me booze!"

  Stephen acted every bit the raving drunk, charging into the back of the Clinic with the owner held high.

  As he stumbled his way to the back he kept screaming, afraid others didn’t know what he was up to

  Sure enough, just as Stephen entered the back room, three large men burst out.

  Though Stephen felt slightly dizzy, he clearly saw the green scarves around their necks.

  Looks like Old Jack wasn’t lying. Stephen instantly felt relieved.

  "Argh! Booze! Give me booze, or I'll kill you!"

  Stephen continued to yell and scream, and the three men immediately rushed forward.

  First, they snatched the owner from his grasp, then pinned Stephen to the ground and began to rain down punches on him.

  Stephen didn't retaliate. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and spewed directly at the head of the man nearest him.

  He'd eaten so much for dinner and drunk so much alcohol that his stomach was ready to burst.

  After taking two good punches, he vomited all over the guy.

  An extremely foul odor immediately filled the air.

  The man who’d been puked on clearly didn’t expect this and stared at Stephen in stunned disbelief.

  The other two, along with the freed doctor, quickly covered their noses and backed away. The stench was unbearable.

  Enraged, the man reached for his gun, but someone suddenly burst through the front door.

  "What the hell's going on here?"

  It was the Deputy Sheriff of Livestock town Valentine, his brow furrowed as he took in the chaotic scene in the Clinic.

  Seeing that he'd achieved what he wanted, Stephen feigned unconsciousness, collapsing to the ground with his eyes closed.

  "Where did this drunk come from?" the man covered in vomit snarled. "I'm going to shoot him!"

  "Stop!" The Deputy Sheriff hastily commanded. He plugged his nose and declared, "No killing in town, that's the deal!"

  "But...!" the guy snapped back "What if he saw somethin' he shouldn't have?"

  The Deputy Sheriff eyed the apparently passed-out Stephen, deciding, "Don't worry, this guy's probably passed out drunk. I'll lock him up for a couple of days and he'll forget it all, that'll teach him."

  When Stephen woke up again, it was noon the next day.

  As he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

  Stephen's mouth was parched, and he reeked. He looked at himself with disgust and wished he could jump into a river to wash off.

  "You're awake?" a raspy voice said from beside him.

  Stephen turned his head to see Sheriff Malloy of Valentine. Naturally, he was now in the Police station jail.

  "Sheriff, what am I charged with?" Stephen asked, feigning innocence.

  "I didn't know you were such a lightweight. Only a bottle of whiskey and two beers knocked you out cold," the Sheriff said with a surprised expression. "I thought someone like you would have a stronger tolerance."

  Stephen had helped Sheriff Malloy catch two fugitives, so they had a prior working relationship.

  Sheriff Malloy strolled up to Stephen and smiled over to him through the bars, laughing, "You really stepped in it this time. Drunk and disorderly conduct, vandalizing the Clinic, assaulting the owner. You're going to lose every bit of profit you had from it.”

  “Ah!! What do you mean?” Stephen inquired, looking astounded.

  “I inquired Old Jack the bar keep and he said that you requested him to trade a set of Jewelries for you, worth of dozens of dollars. so he helped you paid up for bail out, means that you profit..”

  The Sheriff clapped and stretched his hands, with a joking manner saying “Gones.”

  Stephen instantly understood that Old Jack had just helped him out.

  That cunning old fox was trying to make him owe him a favor even now.

  However, he had to play the part completely. Immediately, he looked as if he was on the verge of tears.

  His performance was so practiced, his expression so lifelike, that he was practically a sure winner for a Golden Globe award.

  “Good heavens, that’s what i saved through those shivering long day working on the Snowy mountain” Stephen shouted with anguish heart, all witnesses there cannot stand watching any longer.

  "Alright, quit howling," the Sheriff said, getting a little impatient as he opened the prison cell door to release Stephen.

  He pointed to the front doors, adding, "I have things to do today, and I am done chatting with you. So, grab your gear and get out."