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

Fisk Building,

With a cigar in his hand, Kingpin looked down through the office window at everything that happened in Hell's Kitchen.

"Hell's Kitchen is really lively today." Kingpin exclaimed.

"Boss, do you need me to take care of them?" asked Bullseye, one of Kingpin's men.

Bullseye knew that the boss in front of him was really angry, so he immediately stood up to show his loyalty.

"No need. Notice the gangs in Hell's Kitchen to take over all the High Table's properties in New York. Whoever gets them will own them. The one who contributes the most will be exempted from two months of protection fees."

"And I remember that the people sent this time are the Marquis's men, right? His power is in France, right? Tell all the forces related to us in France that whoever kills the Marquis will be rewarded with 15 million US dollars."

"Finally, any resident of Hell's Kitchen who brings the heads of the High Table or its affiliated forces will be rewarded with ten thousand heads." Jin Bing gave orders one after another.

"Got it, boss." The people around Jin Bing received the order and immediately stepped down to notify them.

"Aren't they the most rule-abiding ones at the High Table? Why don't they have to follow the rules of Hell's Kitchen when they come to my Hell's Kitchen? Since they don't follow the rules, I will let them see the price of not following the rules." Jin Bing said with his hands behind his back, looking at the scene of Hell's Kitchen outside the window.

The next day, the people in Hell's Kitchen were in an uproar when they heard the news. They went home, took out various weapons, got in their cars and drove out of Hell's Kitchen.

A supermarket owned by the New York branch of the High Table was invaded by several tattooed strong men, who fired machine guns at the ceiling while the others stole the money. They also burned the entire supermarket before leaving.

A killer belonging to the High Table Society was ruthlessly run over by a car as soon as he walked out of a coffee shop.

Similar things are happening simultaneously all over the world.

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France, Marquis's Palace

Gunfire roared,

The Marquis was fleeing in a panic under the protection of several bodyguards.

"Fuck, fuck, this is the nth wave. Are these mercenaries crazy today? Why are they coming in wave after wave?" the Marquis said angrily.

"My Lord Marquis, you are very valuable now. Please do not move. The black market is offering a bounty of 15 million US dollars for you. This price is enough to make mercenaries and killers all over the world excited. It is estimated that more killers will come." said one of the Marquis's men.

"Damn it, damn it. How dare they do this? I am one of the twelve elders of the High Table. They must pay the price for this. I will make all the killers of the High Table take revenge." The Marquis roared.

At this moment, a grenade was thrown next to the Marquis, and the Marquis was so frightened that he didn't know what to do.

The Marquis' bodyguard at the side hurriedly pulled the Marquis and ran wildly. The Marquis was so frightened that he looked back at the place where the explosion occurred. For the first time, he suddenly felt fear for Hell's Kitchen in his heart.

"Retreat and cover the Marquis. We need support." A bodyguard in a suit said into the headset.

In this way, the Marquis embarked on a journey of escape in the past few days. He thought that as long as he escaped this attack, he would be safe. Little did he know that he would have to pay the price with his life the next time.

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Good Luck Restaurant

Chen Ye was recruiting chefs at the moment. He held up his resume and said to the downtrodden Asian man with white hair across from him, "Mr. Stephen Chow, right? Why are you applying for this restaurant?"

"I'm new here and I want to make a living. I heard that you are the best at this street and you provide food and accommodation." Stephen Zhou said.

"I'm looking at your resume. You've won the title of International God of Cookery. How did you become so down and out that you have to condescend to work for me?" The more Chen Ye looked at the resume, the more he seemed to feel something was wrong. Why did this person's experience seem a little familiar?

"Hahahaha, that's all in the past. A hero never brags about his past achievements. I wonder if I can do it." Stephen Zhou asked.

"You also know that the most important thing for a chef is cooking skills. I wonder what Mr. Stephen Zhou's specialty is." Chen Ye asked back.

"Well, I have many specialties, like Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and I can also cook the Manchu Han Banquet. As for my best dish, it might be the Sad Rice." Stephen Zhou replied.

"Sad Rice, what a unique name." Chen Ye was immediately interested.

Just when Chen Ye was about to let Stephen Zhou show off his skills, an uninvited guest came into the restaurant, followed by John Wick and Lao Ma.

Seeing this, Chen Ye could only turn around and say to Stephen Zhou, "You're hired. We'll talk about the test later. Come back tomorrow. I have something else to do."

Seeing this, Stephen Zhou had no choice but to leave. Chen Ye didn't know how good a chef he had missed.

"Chen, this is Winston, the former head of the Continental Hotel in New York. Winston, this is our Mr. Chen Ye." John Wick introduced them.

Chen Ye stepped forward and shook hands with Winston. "No one comes to visit you for no reason. I wonder what Mr. Winston needs."

"Hello, Mr. Chen Ye, this time I came here mainly to find John, and I want to teach him how to solve the current troubles. But he said that you will help him solve it, so I came to you out of curiosity. Secondly, I want to cooperate with you." Winston said straight to the point.

After listening to this, Chen Ye was not in a hurry. He sat down, took out the tea set and started making tea, and motioned for them to sit down and chat.

Chen Ye brewed tea and filled their cups one by one, then said, "Please have some tea. This is Pu'er tea from China. I roughly know what you want. You want to renovate your mainland hotel, right?"

Winston was surprised to hear this. He didn't expect Chen Ye to know what he wanted. Just as Winston was about to speak, Chen Ye continued, "I know you all want revenge. I will get rid of the Marquis and let you open the Continental Hotel again, but..."

Winston knew Chen Ye had conditions, so he said, "Tell me, as long as you can help me get revenge and reopen the hotel, I will give you any amount of money."

Chen Ye smiled and shook his head, then pointed at Winston and said, "I don't want money, I want you."

Winston and John's faces changed instantly. They didn't expect Chen Ye to have such a hobby.

Chen Ye knew they had misunderstood when he saw their expressions, and he quickly explained: "I'm not gay, I mean I want you to be loyal to me, as well as the Continental Hotel and your resources behind you. And I want the Continental Hotel to be opened in Hell's Kitchen, since your Continental Hotel has been bombed anyway."

Winston remained silent.

Chen Ye struck while the iron was hot and said, "I know your concerns. I will solve the problems with the High Table. I will let you open your business normally without any trouble. You just need to be loyal to me."

"I don't know how you're going to solve it. You know, if you're not one of the twelve seats at the High Table, it's impossible to make the Continental Hotel loyal to you. I personally have no problem with that. And even if you deal with the Marquis, there will be other people who will continue to cause trouble for you." Winston expressed his concerns.

"You don't have to worry about this. The Antonio family of the High Table in New York is almost destroyed. I can just replace this family. Even if I can't do it, Kingpin can do it too." Chen Ye said calmly after taking a sip of tea.

"Then I'll just challenge the High Table Club. The condition is that they open the Continental Hotel in the New York kitchen and I own it."

Chen Ye has secured one of the twelve seats at the High Table, and even Jesus can’t stop him.