Chapter 79 The Hand and the High Table
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Fisk took a deep breath.
When his destiny was caught, he was like a grasshopper being played with. No matter how hard he tried, he could not jump over the sealed cage.
In a one-on-one hand-to-hand fight, he fought Dax, and the victory was yet to be determined.
But now it's different.
Dax caught him off guard, using equipment and bombs all over his body, plus night vision goggles, to feel like he was in an uninhabited land in the dark environment.
Even if Fisker wanted to give it a try, he would never be able to escape the high technology.
This is the suppression of money and strength.
"I am a member of the High Table and cooperate with Madam Gao." Fisk took out his trump card and said in a deep voice, "The High Table will not want to see chaos happen."
"Leave Vanessa alone, Mr. Wick."
Only when Vanessa leaves can he give it a try.
He remained respectful and said: "I am willing to surrender."
Dax looked at Fisk silently, moving his finger to the trigger and aiming at the white head.
He would shoot without hesitation if given the command.
They all seemed to have forgotten one person.
Vanessa.
The one who dated Fisk.
Hearing Fisk's words, John chuckled, "Your surrender is too cheap."
"When you attack the Wick family, you should be prepared. Fate will not always favor one person."
"You won't die immediately. Enjoying the game and experiencing the ruins of the building falling in front is your life."
John hung up the phone.
Fisk maintained his posture, his mind spinning rapidly.
He didn't dare to move or even take off his phone.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Dax, a ghostly killer who carried out his orders meticulously.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Fisk suddenly attacked.
The bullet hit Fisk in the shoulder, making him groan.
Immediately afterwards, Vanessa turned on the fire extinguisher, and the foam blocked Dax's sight.
Fisk made a quick decision, knocked Dax away, picked up Vanessa and ran out of the restaurant.
Dax hit the wall. Fortunately, he was wearing a shock-absorbing combat suit, otherwise his lumbar spine would probably be broken.
Climbing up, he pressed the communicator on Cochlea.
"Do I need to catch up?"
"No," John's voice sounded, "let him despair."
Dax smiled cruelly, "I understand."
He stood up and patted the dust on his body. When he heard the noise, he immediately grabbed the throwing knife.
In front of the professional team, Hume walked in, took off his hat, and said with a smile: "Dinner service."
...
Tonight in New York, a quiet competition is beginning.
After Fisk left the restaurant, he immediately called his right-hand man, Wesley.
They were supposed to be together today, but Fisk was determined to get rid of the obstacles on the high table, so he separated from him.
Fisk, who survived the disaster, was injured and his right foot was bleeding. He did not leave with Vanessa, but said to Vanessa: "I'm sorry for messing up today's date."
Vanessa looked complicated, this man started to make her attracted.
That desperate protection was enough to make her change her mind.
Fisk and Vanessa parted ways, and he came to the car by himself. The driver inside had already been shot in the head.
The man was dragged out and he drove the car himself.
Only the further away from Vanessa, the safer Vanessa will be.
"Wilson?"
When the call was connected, Wesley also realized something was wrong.
Fisk said: "All our people are dead."
"Where are you?"
"Contact Mrs. Gao and go to the Continental Hotel." Fisk said to his right-hand assistant, "Quick before they find you!"
Others could care less, but not Wesley.
That's Fisk's lifelong friend, the one who took down Hell's Kitchen together.
Wesley never doubted Fisk. After receiving the call, Wesley went to find Mrs. Gao.
As a supplier who controls the circulation of contraband in Hell's Kitchen, Mrs. Gao has her own workshop.
The factory is full of blind people, who numbly repeat the movements of arranging and packaging contraband like machines.
Mrs. Gao meets Wesley.
"If the tiger's mouth hangs over your head, all you can do is compromise and fight to the death." Mrs. Gao calmly spoke the language of the East.
The constant temptations and intrigues these days have been the fuel to ignite the flames in the end.
Wesley couldn't understand what Mrs. Gao said. He only knew that the current situation was extremely dangerous.
"Only order can save chaos."
Mrs. Gao understands the solution to this mess.
Get in the car and head towards the Continental Hotel.
At the same time, John also got on the transportation.
He looked at the black bald man inside the car with a smile on his face, "You didn't tell me that you were a driver."
Robert smiled and said, "You also didn't tell me that you are a rich man."
Unexpectedly, he would meet friends like this. John got into a taxi and headed towards the Continental Hotel.
"Need help?" This time it was Robert who asked.
John smiled and shook his head, "I'm not so evil as to squeeze your life out of you."
The friendship between the two does not require too many words.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the Continental Hotel, and Robert said: "Remember to give us a five-star review."
"I will."
John walked to the door of the hotel and turned around to look.
Robert's car didn't leave.
This is friends.
...
There were many Fisk thugs sitting inside the hotel.
They are ready.
Manager Winston shook the liquid in the wine glass and said to Fisk: "Do you need me to remind you of the rules in the hotel?"
"No, Winston." The doctor was treating Fisk's wound. He said sinisterly, "You should worry about another person."
"With all due respect," Winston walked up to Fisk slowly and said in an accent like a troubadour, "You awaken the devil from hell, but you try to save your soul."
Fisk looked sullen and did not refute.
In fact, he still felt uneasy inside.
He was warned when the Ten Commandments Gang severed ties with him.
It was a group of people who seemed to be in a deserted place, sending him a warning and a head that should have belonged to the leader of the Ten Rings Gang.
From that moment on, he knew things were starting to get out of hand.
But after many years of business operation, he was unwilling to fail and waited for the opportunity to take action again.
It was this attack that caused him to fall into the abyss.
He needs to wait for help to arrive.
Wesley is here.
Mrs. Gao walked in slowly.
Winston nodded politely, and Mrs. Gao walked to another seat and sat down.
After a while, the female judge stepped in here with confident steps.
She first looked at Fisk, frowned and said, "You are so embarrassed, Wilson."
She expressed her dissatisfaction, and Fisk was also holding back his anger.
Then he turned to look at Winston and said dissatisfiedly: "How long until John Wick arrives?"
Winston raised his eyebrows when he heard this and asked his front desk: "How long until Mr. Wick arrives?"
The receptionist looked at his watch and said, "Maybe it will be soon."
None of them took the female judge seriously, which annoyed the female judge.
Three parties gathered together.
Winston representing the hotel.
Fisk representing the High Table.
The female adjudicator who represents the adjudicator.
Mrs. Gao said calmly: "We need to reach a consensus."
"Watson Wick was an extremely intelligent man who established an underground alliance and brought us order and balance."
Mrs. Gao continued: "Now that the balance has been broken and order has become chaotic, we need to regain control of order."
Twelve top gangs from the original underground alliance gathered to create the high table and hotel system.
They want to use these powers to force John back.
The female judge nodded.
Fisk also understood that he had to turn to the High Table for help now, and he looked up.
Footsteps sounded at the entrance of the hotel restaurant.
Everyone's eyes are focused.
...
When his destiny was caught, he was like a grasshopper being played with. No matter how hard he tried, he could not jump over the sealed cage.
In a one-on-one hand-to-hand fight, he fought Dax, and the victory was yet to be determined.
But now it's different.
Dax caught him off guard, using equipment and bombs all over his body, plus night vision goggles, to feel like he was in an uninhabited land in the dark environment.
Even if Fisker wanted to give it a try, he would never be able to escape the high technology.
This is the suppression of money and strength.
"I am a member of the High Table and cooperate with Madam Gao." Fisk took out his trump card and said in a deep voice, "The High Table will not want to see chaos happen."
"Leave Vanessa alone, Mr. Wick."
Only when Vanessa leaves can he give it a try.
He remained respectful and said: "I am willing to surrender."
Dax looked at Fisk silently, moving his finger to the trigger and aiming at the white head.
He would shoot without hesitation if given the command.
They all seemed to have forgotten one person.
Vanessa.
The one who dated Fisk.
Hearing Fisk's words, John chuckled, "Your surrender is too cheap."
"When you attack the Wick family, you should be prepared. Fate will not always favor one person."
"You won't die immediately. Enjoying the game and experiencing the ruins of the building falling in front is your life."
John hung up the phone.
Fisk maintained his posture, his mind spinning rapidly.
He didn't dare to move or even take off his phone.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Dax, a ghostly killer who carried out his orders meticulously.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Fisk suddenly attacked.
The bullet hit Fisk in the shoulder, making him groan.
Immediately afterwards, Vanessa turned on the fire extinguisher, and the foam blocked Dax's sight.
Fisk made a quick decision, knocked Dax away, picked up Vanessa and ran out of the restaurant.
Dax hit the wall. Fortunately, he was wearing a shock-absorbing combat suit, otherwise his lumbar spine would probably be broken.
Climbing up, he pressed the communicator on Cochlea.
"Do I need to catch up?"
"No," John's voice sounded, "let him despair."
Dax smiled cruelly, "I understand."
He stood up and patted the dust on his body. When he heard the noise, he immediately grabbed the throwing knife.
In front of the professional team, Hume walked in, took off his hat, and said with a smile: "Dinner service."
...
Tonight in New York, a quiet competition is beginning.
After Fisk left the restaurant, he immediately called his right-hand man, Wesley.
They were supposed to be together today, but Fisk was determined to get rid of the obstacles on the high table, so he separated from him.
Fisk, who survived the disaster, was injured and his right foot was bleeding. He did not leave with Vanessa, but said to Vanessa: "I'm sorry for messing up today's date."
Vanessa looked complicated, this man started to make her attracted.
That desperate protection was enough to make her change her mind.
Fisk and Vanessa parted ways, and he came to the car by himself. The driver inside had already been shot in the head.
The man was dragged out and he drove the car himself.
Only the further away from Vanessa, the safer Vanessa will be.
"Wilson?"
When the call was connected, Wesley also realized something was wrong.
Fisk said: "All our people are dead."
"Where are you?"
"Contact Mrs. Gao and go to the Continental Hotel." Fisk said to his right-hand assistant, "Quick before they find you!"
Others could care less, but not Wesley.
That's Fisk's lifelong friend, the one who took down Hell's Kitchen together.
Wesley never doubted Fisk. After receiving the call, Wesley went to find Mrs. Gao.
As a supplier who controls the circulation of contraband in Hell's Kitchen, Mrs. Gao has her own workshop.
The factory is full of blind people, who numbly repeat the movements of arranging and packaging contraband like machines.
Mrs. Gao meets Wesley.
"If the tiger's mouth hangs over your head, all you can do is compromise and fight to the death." Mrs. Gao calmly spoke the language of the East.
The constant temptations and intrigues these days have been the fuel to ignite the flames in the end.
Wesley couldn't understand what Mrs. Gao said. He only knew that the current situation was extremely dangerous.
"Only order can save chaos."
Mrs. Gao understands the solution to this mess.
Get in the car and head towards the Continental Hotel.
At the same time, John also got on the transportation.
He looked at the black bald man inside the car with a smile on his face, "You didn't tell me that you were a driver."
Robert smiled and said, "You also didn't tell me that you are a rich man."
Unexpectedly, he would meet friends like this. John got into a taxi and headed towards the Continental Hotel.
"Need help?" This time it was Robert who asked.
John smiled and shook his head, "I'm not so evil as to squeeze your life out of you."
The friendship between the two does not require too many words.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the Continental Hotel, and Robert said: "Remember to give us a five-star review."
"I will."
John walked to the door of the hotel and turned around to look.
Robert's car didn't leave.
This is friends.
...
There were many Fisk thugs sitting inside the hotel.
They are ready.
Manager Winston shook the liquid in the wine glass and said to Fisk: "Do you need me to remind you of the rules in the hotel?"
"No, Winston." The doctor was treating Fisk's wound. He said sinisterly, "You should worry about another person."
"With all due respect," Winston walked up to Fisk slowly and said in an accent like a troubadour, "You awaken the devil from hell, but you try to save your soul."
Fisk looked sullen and did not refute.
In fact, he still felt uneasy inside.
He was warned when the Ten Commandments Gang severed ties with him.
It was a group of people who seemed to be in a deserted place, sending him a warning and a head that should have belonged to the leader of the Ten Rings Gang.
From that moment on, he knew things were starting to get out of hand.
But after many years of business operation, he was unwilling to fail and waited for the opportunity to take action again.
It was this attack that caused him to fall into the abyss.
He needs to wait for help to arrive.
Wesley is here.
Mrs. Gao walked in slowly.
Winston nodded politely, and Mrs. Gao walked to another seat and sat down.
After a while, the female judge stepped in here with confident steps.
She first looked at Fisk, frowned and said, "You are so embarrassed, Wilson."
She expressed her dissatisfaction, and Fisk was also holding back his anger.
Then he turned to look at Winston and said dissatisfiedly: "How long until John Wick arrives?"
Winston raised his eyebrows when he heard this and asked his front desk: "How long until Mr. Wick arrives?"
The receptionist looked at his watch and said, "Maybe it will be soon."
None of them took the female judge seriously, which annoyed the female judge.
Three parties gathered together.
Winston representing the hotel.
Fisk representing the High Table.
The female adjudicator who represents the adjudicator.
Mrs. Gao said calmly: "We need to reach a consensus."
"Watson Wick was an extremely intelligent man who established an underground alliance and brought us order and balance."
Mrs. Gao continued: "Now that the balance has been broken and order has become chaotic, we need to regain control of order."
Twelve top gangs from the original underground alliance gathered to create the high table and hotel system.
They want to use these powers to force John back.
The female judge nodded.
Fisk also understood that he had to turn to the High Table for help now, and he looked up.
Footsteps sounded at the entrance of the hotel restaurant.
Everyone's eyes are focused.
...
