C142 When the Assassin Is Incompetent!

After a brisk half-hour walk from the hospital, Westley found himself back on Five-dragon Street. Despite it being the afternoon, the street, nestled in the heart of the village, buzzed with activity. Neighbors, post-lunch, had already set up chess games under the trees, deeply engrossed in their matches. The distinctive clamor of Five-dragon Street reached Westley even from a distance