Li Jia was quite lucky. When he stepped out of the diamond, he saw his target, Horton Charles, along with the lewd-looking Charlie and the burly Paul at the elevator entrance. "Horton Charles, we meet again!"

"It's you? Li from China! Hahaha, yes, it's been a long time. I think we'll have even fewer chances to meet in the future!" Horton Charles was stunned when he saw Li Jia, but then he remembered that this was New York, his territory, and he laughed without restraint. The three of them looked at Li Jia as if they were looking at something very new.

"You're right. Within three days, I'll send you to hell to kowtow to Jack and beg for forgiveness!" Li Jia said with a smile as she whispered these words in Horton Charles's ear before stepping into the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, Li Jia smiled and extended a straight middle finger at the three of them from inside the elevator!

Li Jia had no time to pay attention to Charles's roar. She knew that Charles's decision would not change. Three days was enough.

After Li Jia left the Empire State Building, Horton Charles's men followed her all the way to the hotel where she was staying. There, she picked up a newspaper in the lobby and started reading it while simultaneously sending out messages on her phone.

Li Jia did not leave the hotel until night fell. When Horton Charles arrived at the hotel, it was already 11 p.m. He was followed by four people. In addition to Charlie and Paul, the other two guys in his group who were in cahoots with him also came to the hotel in a menacing manner.

"Which room?" Horton Charles asked in a cold voice, staring at his underling who had been monitoring him all day.

"It's been confirmed. It's on the seventeenth floor, room 17007." Horton Charles was satisfied with his underling's answer. He led his group arrogantly into the elevator, pressed the button for the seventeenth floor, and then pulled out his UZI submachine gun from his waistband, waiting with a ruthless expression for the elevator to reach its destination!

On the seventeenth floor, the elevator stopped. Horton Charles pulled out a submachine gun and swaggered out of the elevator, followed by a group of men, each armed with a gun. The group arrived in front of room 17007, surrounded the door, and at Horton Charles's command, the most burly man, Paul, kicked open the door. Then the group rushed into the room.

The room was empty; there wasn't a soul in sight, not even Li Jia. "What's going on?" Horton Charles roared, looking at the empty room before him. The men behind him also stared questioningly at the underlings who had been keeping watch.

“I don’t know either, but I definitely didn’t see him come out. I sat there all day without eating and kept staring. He definitely didn’t leave the hotel!” Although the younger brother was startled by Horton Charles’s roar, he still chose to believe his eyes. Li Jia had not left the hotel.

"Then how do you explain this? Where are the people? Can they fly?" Horton Charles's question made Charlie's head light up, and then he added, "Could it be makeup?"

"Makeup? Possibly! If he's an assassin, makeup is a basic skill, but... um? What's this?" Horton Charles agreed with Charlie in his mind, but his eyes inadvertently fell on a box on the large bed in the room, covered with a piece of paper.

Horton walked over, reached for the paper on the box, and saw a tiny skull drawn on it, with the words "Go to hell!" below it.

As Horton Charles softly read the words on the paper, a deafening explosion echoed through the hotel room…