American drama life begins with Dr. House

Duwei, who returned to the Continental Hotel, happened to bump into Winston who was discussing something with Karen in the lobby.

Seeing Du Wei coming in, Winston waved to him, signaling Du Wei not to rush upstairs.

Du Wei walked over with some confusion.

Theoretically, apart from treatment, he and Winston would not have any interaction.

And there seems to be nothing wrong with Winston's appearance.

Could it be that there is something unspeakable about Winston that needs treatment?

Winston looked at Duwei walking over, turned to Karen with a smile and said:

"That's it, I'm going to have a drink with this guy."

Then Winston closed the notebook spread out on the table, put his hands behind his back, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Let's go, I'm treating you, let's talk down there."

Being attentive for nothing? Du Wei, who was preconceived, looked strangely at six inches below Winston's navel.

Winston seemed to be aware of it and blocked Du Wei's sight with his belly, and then said jokingly:

"Hey, don't look around, I'm still very hard, unless you want to give it a try?"

Try it?

Du Wei simply couldn't imagine this scene, and he immediately shook his head.

Winston chuckled:

"That's good. I'm not interested in men, but I am somewhat interested in Dead Harry."

Hearing Winston mention the long-dead Harry, Duwei's heartbeat accelerated instantly.

But when he reacted immediately, he immediately adjusted his breathing and slowed down his heartbeat.

But for an old fox like Winston, Duwei's reaction just now was enough to explain a lot of problems.

But Winston didn't say anything until the two of them arrived at the underground killer bar and sat down behind Winston's exclusive seat.

Winston then slowly continued to bring up the topic of Harry.

"Harry died because of your plan, right?"

Facing Winston who had the initiative, Du Wei was not afraid. He had already guessed what Winston meant.

However, admitting this matter would be the leverage in Winston's hands, so Du Wei said decisively:

"No, Harry died at the hands of Wesker's bodyguards and had nothing to do with me."

Winston chuckled. Duwei was very smart. As long as he didn't admit it, no one could blame Harry's death on him.

After all, Harry was indeed still alive when Wesker's bodyguards arrived.

So Winston temporarily skipped this topic and turned to talk about the killer.

"Sometimes, killing people does not require excellent skills, but only a smart brain.

Therefore, we have always divided killers into two types. One is the common force-type killer, and John the Night Stalker is the ceiling among them.

The other type is a rarer intelligent killer who can rely on various coincidences to kill mission targets.

Compared with force-type killers, intelligent killers tend to live longer.

So, are you willing to be a killer part-time?"

Be a killer? Kill someone?

Du Wei would only waste time on killing people if he had a brain attack.

Being a killer would do him no good at all.

He shook his head decisively again:

"No, I think being a doctor is good. I like the feeling of saving people.

The feeling of life dancing at my fingertips is really intoxicating to me.

As for killing?

Sorry, as a doctor, I hate seeing corpses the most, because it means I failed."

Winston was not angry after being rejected. He took a sip of the brandy soaked in olives in front of him and told the shocking news:

"Oh? Then don't you want to see twelve corpses piled on the high table?

Why don't you use your limited life to do something for me?"

Seeing that Winston was speaking more and more bluntly, Du Wei looked around cautiously, wondering if he was surrounded by someone.

Can such rebellious words be spoken here? Can he listen?

If he refuses, will he not be able to leave this underground killer bar?

Sure enough, when Winston was talking, the surrounding music stopped at some point.

The killers gathered in the bar also stopped chatting and looked at Du Wei.

Duwei, who was shrouded in such murderous eyes, simply stopped pretending. He poured out the wine in the glass in front of him, then stared directly into Winston's eyes and said:

"You want them to die from a medical accident, right? But even so, I can only deal with one member of the High Table for you.

What are you going to do with the rest?

Should I rely on them to solve it? Or should I wait for the next me?

What about the other mainland hotels? What about the Praetorian Guards? What about the Judges? What about the Elders?

Believe me, you are not prepared to see corpses piled high on the high table."

Looking at Du Wei who was looking directly at him, Winston's eyes suddenly showed surprise.

The Du Wei in front of him was really brave. Not only did he not say anything when he heard that he wanted to pile corpses on the high table.

Even now, under the threat of death from many killers, he doesn't panic at all.

And Du Wei seemed to know much more than he thought.

Logically speaking, a newly joined doctor like Du Wei would not know this information.

Winston, who was becoming more and more curious about Duwei, leaned on the soft sofa with a wine glass and gently swayed the goblet:

"There is no shortage of dying people like you in the world."

"Indeed, but those who are about to die don't have my brains or my skills.

I don't think it's worth it to trade the life of a member of the High Table.

My life can be exchanged for the entire high table!"

Hearing Duwei's heroic words, Winston suddenly laughed, and then he waved his hand.

The music in the bar started playing again, and the noisy voices returned.

This scene is Winston's naked display of strength against Duwei.

All this represents Winston's absolute control over the Continental Hotel.

Except for those foreign killers, the local killers here are absolutely loyal to Winston.

It can be seen that Winston has already begun to prepare for that day that may come.

All he needs is an opportunity, an opportunity to light up the high table!

Winston looked at Du Wei quietly for a long time, trying to find the look of fear on the young man's face.

But he failed. Du Wei in front of him seemed to have no idea how to write the word "fear".

That's right, how can a guy who can say such arrogant things as "My life is worth the entire high table" know what fear is.

Winston drank the wine in one gulp:

"Then I'm really looking forward to the time when you exchange lives with Gaotai Table, and I hope you won't make me wait too long.

You don’t have much time, and I don’t have much time either.”

Du Wei smiled and stood up calmly:

"Don't worry, changes will come soon. History is always surprisingly similar. The collapse of the high table must begin from within."