Blake MacNeil drove back to the city and stopped in front of a pharmacy. He bought some gauze, hemostatic powder, and alcohol for disinfecting wounds.
During the short drive back, his wound soaked through the gauze he used earlier.
Blake MacNeil didn't want to worry Lilly Crawford by heading home immediately, so he decided to change the dressing in the car before heading home.
At that moment, a voice rang out, "Hello, do you need help?"
Blake MacNeil looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him.
He replied coldly, "No, thank you."
The woman, however, refused to give up and said with a concerned expression, "My name is Veronica McCarthy, I'm a doctor. Your hand seems to be seriously injured, is it from broken glass?"
Veronica McCarthy maintained a gentle demeanor, appearing professional.
Blake MacNeil coldly replied, "Can't you understand human language?"
His face was icy cold, and his slightly curled black hair hung over his eyebrows, making his eyes even more menacing and dangerous.
Veronica McCarthy's hands and feet turned instantly cold. She had no doubt that if she dared to say another word, the man before her would immediately strike her down.
Taking a step back, she hurried away.
Blake MacNeil stared at Veronica McCarthy's receding figure.
The calculations hidden in his eyes were well concealed. Was she deliberately approaching him?
Interesting. Besides himself, no one knew his whereabouts. A pharmacy visit was also on his way... If this woman approached him, how did she know he was here?
Blake MacNeil picked up alcohol and wiped the wound with it directly.
Indeed, his wound was caused by glass.
Just a moment ago, inside the abandoned chemical plant, he punched a piece of glass to fight off a demon, and the shattered glass embedded into his flesh.
However, before leaving the chemical plant, he removed the broken glass.
Alcohol disinfected better than iodine, but was highly irritating. Most people couldn't tolerate the pain, but Blake MacNeil remained expressionless throughout the process.
As soon as the wound had been disinfected, he sprinkled powder on it and violently wrapped it. His movements were far from gentle, as if it wasn't his own hands.
Once the bandage was secured, Blake MacNeil's phone received video surveillance footage of Veronica McCarthy being tracked.
Veronica McCarthy hadn't left; instead, she secretly observed him from a coffee shop across the street.
Blake MacNeil hacked into the coffee shop's surveillance system.
Coincidentally, he overheard Veronica McCarthy seemingly talking on the phone. Her voice lowered: "As you instructed, I have indeed found the closest person to Lilly Crawford... but I can't get close!"
"I have to target Lilly Crawford now..."
Blake MacNeil's gaze turned cold, not directed at him but at Lilly Crawford?
In that case, he couldn't hold back his strength.
Half a minute later, Blake MacNeil obtained all of Veronica McCarthy's information and hacked into her phone for surveillance.
However, strangely enough, Veronica McCarthy wasn't actually making a phone call; she was only pretending to do so.
But she was indeed having a real conversation with someone...
Blake MacNeil squinted his eyes. Was there a ghost? But just moments ago, he hadn't sensed any eerie presence.
After extensive training, he became accustomed to the aura of ghosts and supernatural entities. Even if he couldn't see them, he wouldn't miss their presence.
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