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

Hell's Kitchen, The Continental

"Manager, many killers are clamoring to check out and demand the return of their gold coins," the new Continental Hotel butler Lie Qing said to the hotel manager Winston.

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

You should know that the Continental Hotel is not an ordinary hotel, nor is it a charity. It is an organization that specializes in providing shelter for killers.

The housekeeper stammered, "They think that our mainland hotel is in trouble now and can't provide shelter. They demand to check out!"

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

You have to know that this newly opened Continental Hotel has only been open for a month.

Before Winston could say anything, a waiter suddenly rushed in in a panic and shouted, "Manager, this is 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 had never thought that someone would be so reckless as to fire a gun at the Continental Hotel. Was he not afraid of death? Or did he think that the Continental Hotel in Hell's Kitchen was a soft persimmon?

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

Several killers armed with guns were holding the waiters hostage, shouting, "Give us our money back! Give us our money back!" Their faces were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, as if the Mainland Hotel owed them something.

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

He already had a plan in mind, but he did not act immediately. Instead, he chose a safer way to deal with the crisis.

He walked slowly towards the killers, each step steady and powerful.

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

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

He replied arrogantly: "You can't even protect yourselves now, what bullshit rules are there? I just want to ask one question: who can kill me?"

The other killers and the onlookers also laughed. Their laughter was full of arrogance and provocation, as if they had complete control of the situation.

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

Winston's eyes blurred and he saw that the killer who had just provoked him and several killers who were holding hostages all had an extra hole on their heads.

Their bodies fell stiffly, blood staining the carpet.

The entire hall fell into deathly silence, with only the clear and harsh sound of blood dripping onto the carpet as the only sound.

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

When the killers in the hotel saw the two men, they immediately recognized their identities.

They discussed it cautiously, their voices filled with awe and horror.

"It's the legendary killer Night Demon!"

"That's the night demon who killed an entire gang because of a dog, right?"

"He's retired, so why is he here?"

"The guy next to him is also the legendary killer Marcus."

The two men 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 us. He knew that someone would definitely cause trouble in the Mainland Hotel, so he asked us two old friends to help you," Lao Ma explained.

When Winston heard Lao Ma's explanation, his heart was warmed and he was full of gratitude and admiration for Chen Ye. He did not expect that Chen Ye would think of him and give a solution first.

"Okay, let's reminisce later, let's get down to business first." John's lazy voice interrupted their conversation.

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

If you're worried that he can't stand up to the federal government, then get out and forget about getting your money back. Or just stay here and be content.

Our Continental Hotel will protect you. The boss is so powerful that you cannot understand him. Do you understand?"

Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to have a magical power that allowed everyone present to hear it clearly.

His eyes revealed strong confidence and arrogance, as if to say: "This is my territory, you better behave yourself."

When the killers saw John Wick's eyes, they were all filled with awe and nodded to show that they understood.

They knew that the former King of Killers was not joking and that he really had the ability to protect them and allow them to 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 questions, which meant that no one had any questions.

"Okay, I'll 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 killers was with them, they could stay here peacefully without worrying about any danger.

As John Wick finished his words, the killers left the hall one after another.

Winston looked at the assassin 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 it, it's a matter between the top leaders. I, a small follower, can't control it."

So Winston took Lao Ma and John upstairs to reminisce about the past.

. . . . . . . . . .

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

The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense and solemn.

The 12 large screens correspond to the 12 elders of the High Table. At this moment, 11 of them have been lit up, and the only one that has not been lit up is 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 joking tone: "The High Table has held meetings very frequently this year, and they were all held by the same person. Elder Chen Ye is also very powerful."

A Japanese elder angrily said: "It won't be long before our High Table will have to change its elders. I said in the beginning that Chen Ye shouldn't be allowed to be an elder, bastard!"

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

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

As soon as this was said, the other elders all quit.

"Why!"

Faced with the chaotic situation, Elder Makutum stepped forward decisively to quell the dispute: "That's enough. Chen Ye has not even lost yet and he's already started to divide up other people's territory. Who else wants to join the High Table in the future?"

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

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

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

After some heated discussion and voting, 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 helping hand.

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

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

Makutum has always believed in his own vision.

He firmly believed that Chen Ye had great potential and wisdom and could overcome this difficulty.

He knows which is more valuable: adding icing on the cake or providing timely assistance.

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."