The Ultimate Revenge System

105. Failed

The streets leading to the clinic were bustling with people setting up tents for the bazaar and vibrant, eye-catching ornaments for the festival. I slipped through the crowd, walking, wearing the Dustown city mascot costume—a mouse holding a golden coin—perfectly resembling Elliot.

People high-fived me as I passed, thinking I was there to entertain and cheer them up. Some even asked for photos together. I patiently indulged them.

Upon arriving at La Travola Reale, I entered and changed out of my usual costume. From the back door, I stepped into a waiting van. Hammam and Gushton were helping me this time, along with all their men; the restaurant was closed.

Using three cars, we made our way to the clinic. Gushton stopped 200 meters away, took his binoculars, and observed the situation there.

"The place is filled with his men, Dan," he reported. "The man is suffering from acute paranoia," he added.

I asked for the binoculars and observed; armed men were guarding the front. From their ve