Temperatures have dropped these past couple of days in W City, much lower than in C City.
In contrast, Shang Chi was dressed in a black business suit, much thinner than what the private detective wore. The man donned sunglasses and seemed completely unaffected by W City's chilly winds, striding out with vim and vigor, "I got it, I'll wait at the coffee shop."
The private detective hunched over and followed, mumbling to himself that businessmen truly are made of iron; despite the day and night's wear and tear, he looked as if nothing had happened!
Once at the coffee shop, Shang Chi ordered a cup of hot coffee, got a newspaper, and sat motionless, waiting.
The private detective couldn't hold out and curled up on the sofa across from him to sleep. The coffee shop's staff, feeling sorry for him, covered him with a thin blanket.
