In reply to The Professor (msg # 34):
The Professor's new friends have all left the boarding house by the time The Professor makes his way back there, curse the luck.
But the house isn't empty. Five hard-edged Chinese men with whipcord muscles and a variety of wicked blades at their sides - machetes, cleavers, bowie knives, and the like - are waiting in the foyer. They all wear colorful shirts emblazoned with a logo of a green dragon:
The apparent leader of five, the only one wearing an actual sword, approaches the Professor. Of the five, he isn't the tallest, or the thickest, but there's something of a palpable aura of menace about him. He has the calm, collected air of someone who kills for a living.
"Ah. Forgive me, honorable sir." he says in lightly accented English. He does not look directly at the Professor when he speaks, keeping his gaze somewhere around knee-level.
"Might I humbly inquire if you are a resident of this boarding house?"