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The new hotel is open, and the new hotel is open.

Hell's Kitchen, Continental Hotel

"Manager, many killers are clamoring to check out and ask for a refund of their gold coins," said Lie Qing, the new Continental Hotel housekeeper, to the hotel manager Winston.

Hearing the housekeeper's words, Winston frowned and said, "Why?"

You know, the Continental Hotel is not an ordinary hotel, nor a charity, it is an organization that provides shelter for killers.

The housekeeper hesitated and said, "They think that our Continental Hotel is now in trouble and can't provide shelter. Request to check out!"

Winston frowned. He knew that the news that Hell's Kitchen was going to be razed by the federal government had a great impact. He didn't expect that someone would ask for a refund so soon.

You know, this newly opened Continental Hotel has only been open for a month.

Before Winston could speak, a waiter suddenly rushed in and shouted: "Manager, it's bad, someone is not following the rules and is threatening us with a gun to return the gold coins!"

"What!" Winston was suddenly furious. He didn't expect that someone would be so reckless as to use a gun in the Continental Hotel. Is he not afraid of death? Or does he think that the Continental Hotel in Hell's Kitchen is a soft persimmon.

When he walked out of the elevator quickly and came to the lobby, the scene in front of him made him frown.

Several gun-wielding killers were holding the waiter hostage, shouting loudly: "Return the money! Return the money!" Their faces were full of anger and dissatisfaction, as if the Continental Hotel owed them something.

Winston's eyes were like the cold wind in the cold winter, sweeping across the arrogant killers in front of him sharply and coldly.

He had already had a plan in his mind, but he did not attack immediately, but chose a more prudent way to deal with this crisis.

He slowly walked towards these killers, and every step seemed steady and powerful.

His tone was calm and firm, as if an invisible pressure was pressing on these killers: "Are you sure you want to do this? Don't you know the rules of the Continental Hotel?"

After hearing his words, the killers were not afraid at all, but laughed a few times.

He replied arrogantly: "You are all in trouble now, what kind of bullshit rules are there? I just want to ask, who can kill me!"

The other killers and the onlookers also laughed loudly, their laughter was full of arrogance and provocation, as if they had completely controlled the whole situation.

However, just when they were getting carried away, suddenly a few cold lights flashed.

Winston's eyes blurred, and he saw that the killer who had just provoked him and several killers who took hostages had a hole in their heads.

Their bodies fell stiffly, and blood stained the carpet red.

The whole hall fell into a dead silence, leaving only the sound of blood dripping on the carpet, clear and harsh.

Everyone stared at this scene in amazement, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Winston was also shocked. He didn't expect that someone would dare to kill someone in his territory. However, when he turned his head and looked at the door, he felt relieved.

Just then, a lazy voice sounded at the door of the hotel: "I can kill you."

Winston looked carefully and saw two figures appear at the door of the hotel.

It turned out to be Marcus and John Wick

The killers in the hotel saw the two and immediately recognized their identities.

They discussed carefully, their voices full of awe and fear.

"It's the legendary killer Night Devil!"

"Isn't it the Night Devil who killed an entire gang because of a dog?"

"Isn't he retired? How could he appear here?"

"The one next to him is also a legendary killer Marcus."

The two walked towards Winston, their steps firm and powerful. The other killers did not dare to act rashly because of their reputation.

"Why are you here? Aren't you a security guard?" Winston asked John Wick curiously.

"The boss called me. He knew that someone would cause trouble at the Continental Hotel, so he asked us two old friends to help you," Lao Ma explained.

Winston felt warm in his heart when he heard Lao Ma's explanation. He was full of gratitude and admiration for Chen Ye. He didn't expect Chen Ye to think of him and give a solution at the first time.

"Okay, let's talk about the past later. Let's do the business first," John's lazy voice interrupted their conversation.

He glanced at the killers present and slowly said, "No one wants to cause trouble. This is Hell's Kitchen, the territory of Chen Ye, the Lord of Hell.

You

If you are worried that he can't resist the federal government, then get out and forget about getting your money back. Or just stay here peacefully.

Our Continental Hotel will protect you. The boss is so powerful that you can't understand it. Do you understand?"

Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to have a kind of magic that made everyone present hear it clearly.

His eyes revealed strong confidence and domineering, as if saying: "This is my territory, you'd better be honest."

The killers were all in awe when they saw John Wick's eyes, and nodded to show that they understood.

They knew that the former king of killers was not joking, and he really had the ability to protect them and let them survive in this dangerous world.

John Wick saw that the killers all understood, so he didn't say anything more.

He glanced around coldly and found that no one asked any more questions, which meant that no one had any questions.

"Very good, I will be here for a while, come to me if you have any questions, but I don't like talking to living people. "John Wick added.

His words made everyone present feel a chill, but at the same time also made them more confident in Chen Ye and the Continental Hotel.

They knew that as long as the former king of assassins was there, they could stay here safely without worrying about any danger.

As John Wick's voice fell, the assassins also left the hall one after another.

Winston looked at the assassins leaving the hall and suddenly had an idea: "I don't know if the other elders of the High Table will help the boss. Forget about the things between the top leaders. I, a small follower, can't control it."

In this way, Winston took Lao Ma and John upstairs to reminisce about the past.

At this time, the elders of the High Table that Lao Ma was thinking about also held a meeting regarding the federal government's plan to eradicate Chen Ye's power.

In the meeting room, the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

The 12 large screens corresponded to the 12 elders of the High Table. At this moment, 11 screens had been lit up, and the only one that had not yet been lit was Chen Ye's seat.

This silently announced Chen Ye's current predicament and highlighted the urgency of the meeting.

A female elder broke the silence with a teasing tone: "The High Table has held meetings very frequently this year, and the meetings were held by the same person. Elder Chen Ye is also very powerful."

A Japanese elder said angrily: "I think it won't be long before our High Table will have to change another elder. At the beginning, I said that Chen Ye's son should not be allowed to be an elder, Baka! "

His anger was evident, and he obviously had a strong prejudice against Chen Ye's experience.

"I have my eyes on his territory, don't compete with me," a white elder said domineeringly.

Once this was said, the other elders were not happy.

"Why!"

Faced with the chaotic situation, Elder Makutum decisively stepped forward to quell the dispute: "Enough, Chen Ye has started to divide up other people's territory before he loses, who else wants to join the High Table in the future?"

His voice was loud and firm, and immediately calmed the scene.

A Korean man who looked like a star was unmoved. He said coldly: "Then what should we do? Help him? Going against the federal government is no different from committing suicide."

Elder Makutum made a compromise suggestion: "We don't need to help Elder Chen Ye with real guns and bullets. Everyone must have several media channels to speak out. Speak for Elder Chen Ye and change public opinion. Vote, help or not. It depends on you. "

After a heated discussion and vote, the final result was 5 votes against and 6 votes in favor.

Although this result is not perfect, it at least shows that some elders are willing to lend a hand.

After announcing the voting results, Elder Makutum once again emphasized the importance of unity and mutual assistance: "Since the vote has passed, everyone should do their part. Those who don't do their part know the consequences if they need our help next time."

His warning made those elders who originally had reservations realize their responsibilities and obligations.

Makutum has always believed in his own vision.

He firmly believes that Chen Ye has great potential and wisdom to overcome this difficulty.

He knows which is more valuable, icing on the cake or helping in times of trouble.

Makutum looked into the distance and murmured to himself: "Young man, I have helped as much as I can. Whether you can survive this round depends on you. "