Marvel: Why should I save you? We are close friends.

Chen Ye hung up the phone and slowly closed his eyes.

Those damn rats should be the SHIELD gang that was monitoring Chen Ye before.

This made Chen Ye even more dissatisfied with SHIELD, and he made up his mind that if there was a next time, Chen Ye wouldn't mind giving them some trouble.

Chen Ye glanced at the clock in the restaurant. It was almost dinner time, so it was time to get ready for business.

"Pietro, it's time to prepare the ingredients for me. We're about to start working." Chen Ye quickly ordered.

"Chen, I'm not coming back for dinner tonight. I'm going to the bar next door to pick up girls," Deadpool quickly interrupted.

"It's time to find a chef for the restaurant. It's too tiring to do it myself. I also have to hire a waiter, otherwise I'll be too busy," Chen Ye complained in a low voice.

. . . . . . . .

At night, the empty "Good Luck" restaurant gradually became popular.

"Old Chen, same as always, give me General Tso's chicken, one serving of fried dumplings, and one serving of Yangzhou fried rice."

This is Butler, the snakehead from Hell's Kitchen, a frequent visitor to Good Luck.

He was accompanied by two shy Asian girls.

After a while, Chen Ye brought the dishes, then wiped his hands, looked at the two young Asian girls and said, "Why, you brought two girls to visit again today?"

"They just sneaked in. They were asked to leave but they insisted on staying. They said they came here to make money, so I brought them to the dock to pay respects. Everyone knows that in Hell's Kitchen, you are the only one who can make them do business with peace of mind."

The snakehead Butler said as he picked up some food with chopsticks.

"Okay, then take them to Ginny. It's just a small matter." Chen Ye said nonchalantly.

After listening to this, Butler gestured to the two girls, saying that this should have been agreed upon before they came.

The two girls took out some scattered money from their bags, which totaled less than a thousand dollars and handed it to Chen Ye.

"No, keep this money for yourself. Do I look like I need it?" Chen Ye quickly waved his hand to refuse.

The two girls stuffed the money into his pocket as if they hadn't heard anything.

"Take it. Other streets are accepting it, but you are not. They will be unhappy about it. Besides, these girls will feel insecure if you don't accept it. Just think of it as helping them." Butler said as he picked up a piece of General Tso's Chicken.

"Okay, okay. I'll take the money. I'll save it for you first. When you have saved enough money, come find me when you leave Hell's Kitchen. Eat, eat quickly, both of you. Do you want something else to eat? I'll make it for you."

Chen Ye reluctantly took the money and signaled them to eat quickly.

Just as Chen Ye was chatting with the two girls, a figure walked towards the restaurant from the direction of the apartment.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Ma? It's rare to see you coming to the restaurant today. Don't you always dislike Chinese food?"

Pietro teased when he saw Marcus coming over.

When Chen Ye heard Pietro's voice, he stopped talking to the two girls and looked in the direction of Marcus.

"It's not time to pay the rent today, what's wrong, Lao Ma?" Chen Ye asked.

Old Ma first found a seat near the bar and sat down, then said to Chen Ye with a serious expression: "Chen, I need your help."

Chen Ye also noticed something was wrong because he smelled a faint smell of alcohol and blood from Lao Ma.

"Tell me, what is the problem that even mainland hotels can't solve? Why do you, a small landlord, have to trouble me?" Chen Ye suddenly felt something was wrong.

Marcus is an old man in his fifties and one of the killers in the Continental Hotel.

At first Chen Ye thought Marcus was the Green Goblin from Marvel, but later he found out that he just looked like the Green Goblin.

It was just that he was rescued by Chen Ye in an accident, and ever since then he has been living in Chen Ye's apartment. He usually stays at home and rarely interacts with him.

The Mainland Hotel can be said to be a jack of all trades. As long as you pay, you can get intelligence, hire assassins, hire bodyguards, and so on.

Of course, they didn't use US dollars, but a kind of gold coin.

Basically, 80% of the killers in New York will register as members of the Continental Hotel.

The Continental Hotel is where the killers gather.

Of course, there are still many different killer organizations outside, but none of them are strong enough to compete with mainland hotels.

From this we can see how powerful the Continental Hotel is. Of course, all this is because there is another organization behind the Continental Hotel - the High Table.

"It's just that an old friend of mine got into some trouble recently, and then, he was chased by a killer and fled here to find me. He wanted to rest for a few days."

Marcus' voice was almost so low that he couldn't even hear it himself.

Chen Ye's eyes widened after hearing this. "Don't tell me that the people from the High Table and the Hand have been frantically looking for someone in Hell's Kitchen these days. They're not looking for your friend, are they?"

Marcus nodded embarrassedly after hearing this.

Chen Ye stared at Marcus and continued to ask loudly: "You are not going to tell me that your friend is in our apartment now!"

At this moment, Chen Ye hoped that Marcus would say the word "no".

But Chen Ye's hope was dashed, and he saw Marcus nodded slowly.

"Damn it, why did you bring this trouble here! I'm going to raise the rent, a huge raise." Chen Ye said helplessly.

"So your friend did something to complain about the world. Why didn't he stay at the mainland hotel, but came to my little place to find you?"

Seeing that things had come to this point, Chen Ye could only ask.

"My friend's name is John Wick, he's also a killer. He can be considered an old friend of mine. As for why he escaped here, I haven't asked him clearly, but he was shot and hasn't woken up yet. I'm here to tell you about it." Marcus said quickly.

Chen Ye felt a familiar name, as if he had seen it in a movie in his previous life.

After all, it has been more than 20 years since Chen Ye came here. Even if Chen Ye is smart and has a good memory, he can't remember everything.

Chen Ye asked uncertainly: "Does your friend have a middle-parted hairstyle?"

Marcus nodded.

Chen Ye continued to ask: "Does your friend like dogs very much?"

Marcus continued nodding like a relentless nodding machine.

The last question: "Does your friend have a nickname called Night Devil?"

Looking at Marcus who was nodding beside him, Chen Ye was sure that the man was the male protagonist of a movie about a fast chase.

Pietro on the side also chimed in: "That's the Night Devil who wiped out an entire Russian mafia for a dog. Wow, that's so cool."

"So, Chen, you will help us, right? If it really doesn't work, I will take people away from here immediately. I won't implicate you." Marcus continued to ask quickly.

Chen Ye was silent for a while. Marcus on the side looked at Chen Ye expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Chen Ye took off his apron and said, "Let's go. Where can you go? The people from the High Table are here to assassinate us. It's obvious that we have offended the top leaders of the High Table.

As for whether I will implicate you or not, once you step into my territory, you are deemed to be my people.

Lao Ma, you are my tenant after all. For your sake, I have to go and see that guy.

Besides, we are still short of a security guard in the lobby of this apartment building."

"Would it be too much trouble for you? After all, the other party is the High Table Society." Lao Ma said uneasily.

Chen Ye rolled his eyes: "You've brought everyone here, tell me if it's troublesome or not. I don't care about the High Table Club or the Low Table Club. This is Hell's Kitchen, let's go upstairs."