NOVEL WEB Chapter 15
The old man was in a hurry to get out of the house.
Fisk Building,
King Bing, holding a cigar in his hand, looked down at everything happening in Hell's Kitchen through the window of his office.
"It's really lively in Hell's Kitchen today." King Bing sighed.
"Boss, do you need me to get rid of them?" One of King Bing's men, Bullseye, asked.
Bullseye knew that the boss in front of him was really angry, and immediately stood up to show his loyalty.
"No, notify the gangs in Hell's Kitchen to get rid of all the industries in the High Table's sphere of influence in New York, and whoever gets it will get it. The one who contributes the most will be exempted from two months of protection fees."
"Then I remember that the people sent this time are the Marquis's people, his power is in France, right? Say hello to all the forces related to us in France, whoever kills the Marquis will get 15 million US dollars."
"Finally, all residents of Hell's Kitchen who have the heads of the High Table or the forces under the High Table will get 10,000 per head." Jin Bing ordered one after another.
"Received, boss." The people around Jin Bing received the order and immediately withdrew and notified.
"Aren't they the most disciplined people in the High Table? Why don't they have to abide by the rules of Hell's Kitchen when they come to my Hell's Kitchen? Since they don't abide by the rules, I will let them see the price of not abiding by 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 who heard the news were boiling, and they went home to take out various weapons, drove out of Hell's Kitchen.
A supermarket owned by the New York forces of the High Table broke into several tattooed strong men, holding machine guns and shooting at the ceiling, while the others robbed the money. They also burned the entire supermarket before leaving.
A killer belonging to the High Table was ruthlessly run over by a car just after walking out of the coffee shop.
Similar things are happening all over the world at the same time.
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France, Marquis's Mansion
Gunfire roared,
The Marquis was fleeing in a panic under the cover of several bodyguards.
"Fuck, fuck, this is the nth wave. Are these mercenaries crazy today? Why are they coming one after another?" The Marquis said angrily.
"Mr. Marquis, you are very valuable now, please don't move. You are now offered a reward of 15 million US dollars by the black market. This price is enough to make mercenaries and killers all over the world boil. It is estimated that more killers will come." One of the Marquis's men said.
"Damn it, damn it. How dare they do this? I am one of the twelve elders of the High Table. They will pay for this. I will let all the assassins of the High Table take revenge." The Marquis roared.
At this time, a grenade was thrown next to the Marquis, and the Marquis was terrified and at a loss.
The Marquis' bodyguards on the side hurriedly pulled the Marquis to run wildly. The Marquis was frightened and looked back at the explosion. For the first time, he was suddenly afraid of Hell's Kitchen.
"Retreat, cover the Marquis. We need support." A bodyguard in a suit said to the headset.
In this way, the Marquis embarked on a journey of escape these days. He thought that as long as he avoided this attack, he would be safe. Little did he know that he would have to pay the price of his life next time.
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Good Luck Restaurant
Chen Ye was recruiting chefs at this time. He held a 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 want to make a living. I heard that you are the best in this street, and you provide food and accommodation." Stephen Chow said.
"I saw your resume. You have won the title of International God of Cookery. What is the reason for you to become so downtrodden that you need to condescend to work for me?" The more Chen Ye looked at the resume, the more wrong it seemed. Why did this person's experience feel a little familiar?
"Hahahaha, that's all in the past. A hero doesn't mention his past achievements. I wonder if I can do it." Stephen Chow asked.
"You also know that the most important thing for a chef is cooking skills. I wonder what Mr. Stephen Chow's specialty is." Chen Ye asked back.
"Well, I have many specialties, such as Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and Manchu Han Banquet. As for my best dish, it may be the Sadness Rice." Stephen Zhou replied.
"The Sadness Rice, a very 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 to the restaurant, followed by John Wick and Lao Ma.
Chen Ye could only see this.
Turning to Stephen Chow, he said, "You're hired. The test will be later. Come back tomorrow. I have something to do now."
Stephen Chow saw this and could only leave helplessly. Chen Ye didn't know how good a chef he had missed.
"Chen, this is Winston, the former head of the New York Continental Hotel. 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, I came here mainly to find John this time. I want to teach him how to solve the troubles in front of him. But he said you would 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, Chen Ye was not in a hurry. He sat down, took out the tea set and started to make tea, and motioned them to sit down and talk.
Chen Ye brewed tea and filled them one by one, then said: "Please drink tea, this is Pu'er from China. I roughly know what you want, you want to renovate your Continental Hotel."
Winston was surprised to hear this, he didn't expect Chen Ye to know his needs. 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 reopen the Continental Hotel, but..."
Winston knew that Chen Ye had conditions after hearing this, and said: "You said, as long as you can help me get revenge and reopen the hotel, I can give you any amount of money."
Chen Ye smiled and shook his head, then pointed at Winston, "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, anyway your Continental Hotel has been bombed."
Winston was silent after hearing this.
Chen Ye struck while the iron was hot and said: "I know your concerns, I will solve the problems that I will solve with the High Table, I will let you open normally, there will be no trouble. You just need to be loyal to me"
"I don't know how you will solve it. You also know that if you are not one of the twelve seats of the High Table, it is impossible to make the Continental Hotel loyal to you. I personally have no problem. And even if you solve the Marquis, there will be others who will continue to trouble you." Winston expressed his concerns.
"You don't have to worry about this. Isn't the Antonio family of the High Table in New York almost destroyed? I just need to replace this family. I can't do it, but Kingpin can't do it." Chen Ye said calmly after drinking a sip of tea.
"The next step is to challenge the High Table. The condition is that they open the Continental Hotel in the New York kitchen and it will belong to me."
Chen Ye has secured one of the twelve seats in the High Table. Even Jesus can't stop him.