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

The administrator on the other end of the line said calmly, "Please tell me your ID number."

"Elder of the High Table, 9527."

After Chen Ye said his ID number, he continued to give instructions.

"I want a list of all Hand members in the Big Apple, and a bounty on them."

"Ordinary members get 5 US dollars, senior members get 10 US dollars, Hand ninjas get 50 US dollars, key Hand members get 100 million US dollars, and each of the five fingers gets a reward of 1000 million US dollars."

"One hundred million U.S. dollars in total."

Chen Ye never thought that the five fingers of the Hand Society would be killed, he just wanted to give it a try.

Those who really have the ability to kill them don't value the 1000 million US dollars, and those who value the 1000 million US dollars don't have the ability to kill Mrs. Gao and others.

As for the bounty, Chen Ye naturally didn't have to pay for it himself. The High Table would give a bounty to each elder every year, so Chen Ye would not feel bad about spending it.

As for why he didn't put a bounty on other gangs, Chen Ye said that there was no need to do so. After all, these people were in Hell's Kitchen and he could deal with them if he worked hard.

"Your request has been received, please wait."

On the other end of the line, at the High Table Information Center, the administrator put the call on hold and said, "All Hand member files in the Big Apple."

A moment later, a High Table staff member dressed in secretary uniform took out a copy of the latest Hand member file from the archives and handed it to the administrator.

The administrator took the file and opened the first few pages, which showed photos of Murakami and Mrs. Gao's five fingers.

The administrator then confirmed that everything was correct and stamped it with a red seal indicating the reward offered by the High Table Society.

Then he picked up the phone and replied to Chen Ye: "The information has been recorded and will be broadcast globally later. This reward can be seen in mainland hotels around the world."

Soon, the names of the people with the bounty were announced in various hotels on the mainland, and every registered killer or force received a text message.

At this time, the killer who was drinking in the Continental Hotel heard the text message alert.

He then took out his cell phone, and after reading the text message, his face suddenly showed joy. Then he put down the beer in his hand and hurriedly ran out of the Continental Hotel.

The content of the text message was

Reward: Any member of the Big Apple Hand

Total amount: US$100 million

Bounty requirements: 5 USD for ordinary members, 10 USD for senior members, 50 USD for Hand ninjas. . . .

Status: Effective immediately

Possible Target Location: Hell's Kitchen

At this moment, the ringing of mobile phones in the mainland hotel was heard one after another. Every killer who saw the message was extremely excited, as if the US dollars were waving at them.

One hundred million U.S. dollars and a large number of targets to hunt instantly exploded in the killer world like a giant mushroom.

In an instant, a large number of killers began to rush towards Hell's Kitchen, fearing that they would miss the feast if they were slow to leave. At this time, flights from all over the world to the Big Apple were sold out in an instant.

And local killers in the Big Apple are already packing their equipment and setting off.

At this time, Winston, who was overseeing the Continental Hotel in Hell's Kitchen, naturally saw the text message and sighed: "Is our Boss finally going to show his fangs?"

Winston always thought that Chen Ye had forgotten his identity as an elder of the High Table. After all, ever since Chen Ye became an elder of the High Table.

I have never used or managed any of the High Table’s benefits. I didn’t expect that this first use would be on such a large scale.

Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. also received the news immediately. Don't underestimate the federal intelligence.

"Is Chen Ye sick? Will he die if he doesn't get some rest for a day? Send out our agents immediately to keep an eye on the people in Hell's Kitchen."

Coulson on the side said: "We have sent out agents."

"Then send me two more teams. I want to know clearly every move of everyone in Hell's Kitchen." Black Egg roared.

Coulson saw that Director Fury was angry and had no choice but to accept the order.

He muttered quietly, "Send a few more teams out. We have sent out all the SHIELD agents. We don't know if this is the headquarters or Hell's Kitchen is the headquarters."

. . . . . . . . .

"You're crazy. One hundred million US dollars. Chen Ye, please cancel this bounty and give me the one hundred million US dollars. Don't talk about the bullshit Hand. I can also help you get it back from the American leader!"

"That's 100 million US dollars, you prodigal son, that's my money!" Deadpool cried loudly after hearing Chen Ye's reward, although there was not a single tear in his eyes.

Vongola I on the side couldn't help but nodded. Vongola I's personality didn't allow him to play the victim like Deadpool.

But he agreed with Deadpool's words. If he was given the 100 million dollars, he could help Chen Ye deal with the Hand.

After all, there is a group of people waiting to be fed behind Vongola I.

Even though their family seems to have some power, everyone still needs to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and all of this money is paid by the Vongola family, so the Vongola family is actually very poor.

"Alright, alright. I didn't pay for this. Don't forget that I'm an elder of the High Table. I have a certain amount of money to offer as a reward every year."

"Isn't this putting all the money on this election? You can go too. Anyone can make money from this."

Chen Ye looked at them and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After hearing what Chen Ye said, Deadpool immediately put down the bowl in his hand and went upstairs to change into his red tights.

When Vongola I saw Deadpool was about to go out for action, he let go of his reserve, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and prepared to say goodbye to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye saw that Vongola was about to leave, so he immediately stepped forward and grabbed him: "Don't even think about running away. It's been a long time since we last met. Stay with me tonight. Let's have a good chat."

Seeing this, Vongola I couldn't leave, so he could only tell Chen Ye that he was going to make a phone call.

Chen Ye felt a little amused and helpless as he looked at Vongola I who was talking on the phone very excitedly. He didn't expect that the head of a family would be troubled by such a small amount of money.

Seeing Vongola I finish his phone call, Chen Ye also asked curiously: "As a gang leader, why do you care so much about this little money?"

Hearing what Chen Ye said, Vongola I became angry and spoke with a little resentment.

"You make it sound so easy. They set up this self-defense force in the orphanage, and then they just walked away, leaving a mess for me to deal with."

Hearing Vongola I's complaints, Chen Ye looked embarrassed.

Then he quickly changed the subject: "Didn't I just give you money? How come you used it up so quickly?"

"It doesn't cost money to expand the territory, it doesn't cost money to train them, and it doesn't cost money to feed them?"

"We don't sell drugs and we don't do anything illegal. How do you want us to make money?" Vongola I asked back.

Chen Ye knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't dare to say anything. He could only clean up the table silently.

After complaining a little, Vongola I knew that Chen Ye was not to blame, so he changed the subject and asked, "Is it worth it? Is it worth it for this school?"

Chen Ye paused, "You and I are both experienced people. Do you think there will be a way out for Hell's Kitchen if it doesn't change? Is it going to stay like this forever? Someone has to do it, so why can't it be me?"

"Besides, I don't think I did anything wrong. Yes, it's just a school."

Chen Ye never thought that what he was doing now was so great.

Building a school is a good thing for any place.

But in Hell's Kitchen, it's not a good thing.

It’s easy to imagine how sick Hell’s Kitchen is.

Before returning to the world of his previous life, Chen Ye always wanted to do something for his second hometown.

. . . . . . .

The Hand's secret base,

At this time, Mrs. Gao and Murakami were sitting on the sofa.

Murakami's apprentice was also standing by.

The faces of the three people looked very angry.

The atmosphere at the scene can be said to be very depressing.

The three of them all saw the bounty from the High Table Society. They didn't expect that a mere Chen Ye would dare to launch an all-out war against their Hand Society.

Now it is no longer just Mrs. Gao’s problem, it is the problem of the entire Shura Society.

"Call all the ninjas from other branches here right now. I want to let Chen Ye, this ignorant kid, know how powerful the Hand is!"

Mrs. Gao angrily chopped her crutch hard and said through gritted teeth.