"What the hell is this??"

Winston and the woman in black stood in front of the surveillance screen and couldn't help but blurt out.

The woman in black turned around and looked at the tattooed woman Addie who had just woken up, and said in a light tone: "According to what you said, the man in golden armor broke into the Continental Hotel so arrogantly, but just made a scene in the bar, killed a killer, and then turned around and left?"

Charon and Winston looked at each other and turned to look at Addie.

Addie was a little nervous, swallowed, and nodded, "Yes."

The woman in black frowned: "What's the killer's name?"

Addie thought for a moment: "Nikolaos Dunlap."

The woman in black nodded, turned and walked to the corner and made a phone call.

Not long after, she hung up the phone and came back, saying calmly, "Mr. Dunlap is not dead."

Addie's eyes widened in disbelief: "But I saw with my own eyes that man in golden armor grabbed his head..."

The woman in black asked calmly, "And then?"

"And then...then he fell to the ground..."

As he spoke, Eddie's voice gradually weakened, and a hint of self-doubt appeared on his face.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the monitoring room.

Charon got up to open the door, took a photo from the man outside the door, and handed it to the woman in black.

The woman in black glanced at the photo, placed it in front of Addie, and said calmly, "As far as I know, Mr. Dunlap has already boarded a plane to Los Angeles. This is a photo taken at the airport."

"this……"

Addie's eyes widened. After coming to his senses, he smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Judge, maybe I saw it wrong. Mr. Dunlap may have just been frightened and fainted by the golden-armored man, but he was not killed by him."

"So, the man in golden armor made a scene in the hotel and left without causing any casualties."

“…It looks like that.”

Addie nodded hesitantly, but a trace of doubt remained in her heart.

The woman in black nodded, turned to Winston and said calmly, "I have reported the matter to the High Table. They believe that the man in golden armor may be a remote-controlled robot. His behavior is not intended to cause trouble in the hotel, but to provoke the High Table. In the face of such arrogant provocation, anyone loyal to the High Table should not sit idly by."

"I hereby declare that the High Table will suspend its judgment on you. Use your power and influence to find those dying people who dared to challenge the High Table and eliminate them. Your crimes will be redeemed, and the New York Continental Hotel will continue to be managed by you."

“…”

Looking at the calm expression on the face of the woman in black, Winston twitched the corners of his mouth, but finally lowered his head to show his submission and allegiance.

"I have always served the High Table, and will serve it until death."

"very good."

The woman in black nodded, picked up the photo, picked up her briefcase, and left.

Winston narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the back of the woman in black, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic smile.

…

…

Two days later, in the study of Zuo's manor.

"Master, these people are Mr. Zhou's biggest political enemies. Among them, there are only two people who are most likely to do such a thing. One is former Army Major David Giovin, who comes from an Italian mafia family. Although in the eyes of the outside world, this person is not on good terms with his family, but there is a lot of evidence showing that he has received a lot of funding from the family, and not just one..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhongtian closed the document and threw it aside.

Vlad, who was still chattering, was startled when he saw this and asked in confusion: "Master, is there something wrong?"

Lin Zhongtian smiled and shook his head, then changed the subject and said, "Vlad, go and arrange the funeral arrangements. I think it's time to make their deaths public and allow them to be buried in the family cemetery."

Hearing this, Vlad's pupils shrank slightly, as if he realized something.

Before he could speak, Lin Zhongtian said, "Oh, by the way, remember to send invitations to the company's shareholders. After the funeral, I will hold a shareholders' meeting and all shareholders must attend."

Vlad came back to his senses, shook his head, and said solemnly: "Master, I still don't recommend you to do this. The master and the young lady died too suddenly. Many things have not been put on the agenda, and the family trust has not been established. If their death is made public now, I am afraid that a large amount of inheritance tax will be paid."

Lin Zhongtian said calmly: "It doesn't matter, the high table will help me solve this matter."

Seeing Lin Zhongtian being so calm and composed, Vlad couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Excuse me, Master, did you make any deal with the High Table?"

Lin Zhongtian laughed when he heard this and was about to explain when a cell phone suddenly rang in the drawer.

Vlad knew that it was the phone that the young master got from the Continental Hotel, so he bowed immediately and turned to leave the study.

But he did not leave too far, he just walked into the lounge next to him, ready to respond to the young master's call at any time.

Lin Zhongtian took out his cell phone, pressed the answer button, and put the phone to his ear.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Zuo!"

A brisk voice came from the phone, it was the information dealer from the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles.

Lin Zhongtian smiled: "Good afternoon, Mr. Lin Qi, what can I do for you?"

"Haha, nothing much, I just want to ask if you still need a killer..."

"Of course I need it!" Lin Zhongtian sneered and said dissatisfiedly, "Mr. Lin Qi, forgive me for being blunt, but what kind of people were those assassins you recommended to me last time? In two days, they couldn't even catch the shadow of Dunlap and were fooled around by that guy. Assassins of this quality dared to ask me for one million US dollars. Do you really think that my money was blown by the wind?"

Hearing this, the voice on the other end of the phone laughed awkwardly and explained, "It's not their fault. Who knew that just as they boarded the plane to New York, the target would come back on the plane? We can't let them jump off the plane midway, right?"

Lin Zhongtian pretended to be dissatisfied: "Can't you find a killer from New York?"

The man on the other end of the phone sighed and explained with a wry smile, "Mr. Zuo, this is what you don't know. Mr. Wick has fought his way out of the encirclement. The local assassins who are free in New York are either dead or injured, and the remaining assassins all have important missions to perform. In this situation, let alone me, an outsider, even my colleagues in New York may not be able to find a suitable candidate."

"Now, Nikolaos Dunlap has been back in Los Angeles for two days, why is there still no news of him? Do you think the money is not enough? Then I am willing to increase the bounty. As long as you help me capture this man alive, you can name any price below 5 million!"

“…”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, then he said, "You really don't know?"

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly, "Know what?"

On the other end of the phone, Willen sat in a chair, licked his dry lips, and whispered: "Nikolaos Dunlap, he sneaked into the Giovine family's manor last night and killed all the direct members of the Giovine family in the manor. Then he drove a car full of explosives into David Giovine's villa and was blown up into the sky with the congressman..."

"Why... why is this?"

Lin Zhongtian's voice sounded in mock shock.

Willen's cheek muscles twitched, and he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Who knows? Maybe he was fed up with the exploitation of the Giovanni family, and in a fit of rage, he chose to perish together with his old boss."

At this point, Willen paused and said meaningfully: "Of course, it is also possible that the enemies of the Giovin family found Mr. Dunlap, bribed him to work for them, and in turn destroyed the old boss..."

"Which one do you think is the truth, Mr. Zuo?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhongtian on the opposite side suddenly laughed and said lightly: "Mr. Lin Qi, you are joking. How can I know something that even you don't know?"

"However, I still want to thank you for telling me this news. There is an old Chinese saying, 'To live with the hatred of one's parents, one should sleep on straw and use dry pillows, not serve as an official, and not share the world with them.' It means that as a son, one should always think about revenge for the hatred of one's parents, and swear not to coexist with the enemy in the world. Although I cannot send them to hell with my own hands now, hearing the news of their death is enough to comfort their souls..."