Chapter 16: The Ancient Tradition of the High Table

The High Table headquarters in the desert near Casablanca.

"I'm sure a lot of your businesses have been destroyed recently by the Kingpin from Hell's Kitchen." A Middle Eastern man with a block on his head said as he sat at one of the seats at a large round table.

This large round table has twelve seats, which represent the twelve seats of the high table. Currently, only ten of them are occupied, and those who are not present have opened the video call.

Today is the elders meeting of the High Table, which is about the recent revenge from Hell's Kitchen.

Those who were not present were the Marquis who was on the run and the members of Antonio's family who were already dead.

"That damn Marquis, why didn't he come? I wanted to talk to him about compensation. It's because of his arrogance that we have suffered so much loss." A Russian elder roared angrily.

"So we have to retaliate. Kim Byung is challenging the authority of our high table. He wants people outside to think that our high table is easy to bully." said a Korean man who looks like a star.

"Peace is the most precious thing. Peace is the most precious thing. Aren't we all here to make money? Besides, I heard that it was the Marquis who broke the rules first and went directly to Jin Bing's territory to cause trouble for Jin Bing's godson. I think it's better to find someone to talk to Jin Bing first. I heard that Jin Bing's godson is also very interested in joining our high table."

The person who spoke at this time was an elder with an Asian face on the screen.

"Everyone wants to join the High Table," an old man in samurai costume said disdainfully.

"I heard that Kingpin's godson is a mutant who controls magic. And now John Wick and Marcus, two former legendary killers, are under his command, as well as two immortal mercenaries." said an elder named Makutum.

Then Makutum took the remote control in his right hand and turned on the big screen to play the video of Chen Ye's fight in Hell's Kitchen that day.

The elders looked at Chen Ye on the screen, flying, stopping bullets, performing magic bombing, and his terrifying speed and amazing strength, all of which told everyone how powerful he was.

After watching the video, the elders on the screen and in the conference room had different expressions. Some were disdainful, some were shocked, and some were expressionless. But there was no doubt that they were also shocked by Chen Ye's strength.

"Kim Byung is really lucky to have such a powerful godson." One of the elders said jealously.

"Hahaha, I really want to meet this young friend." The elder of Hongmen said in his loud voice.

Seeing this, Elder Makutum said: "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. This world has always been ruled by those with ability."

"I think it's better to talk to Jin Bing. I think everyone here knows Jin Bing's strength very well, so there's no need for me to explain it.

"Well, I'll go talk to him about a truce. After all, every day of delay means one more day of loss. Let's start voting, peace or war."

After the first round of voting, Elder Makutum began to count the votes: "Six votes in favor of peace talks, two votes in favor of fighting, and two abstentions."

"I will be responsible for talking to Jin Bing. That's it. Meeting adjourned."

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Fisk Building,

I saw Jin Bing's huge body sitting on a high-end Italian custom-made sofa answering the phone.

"King Bing, it's time to stop. You guys in Hell's Kitchen have been in the spotlight enough these past few days. Do you really think that we, the High Table, are soft persimmons? Do you really want to fight to the death for a godson? Besides, your godson is fine. You know, we in the High Table have our own trained Arbitrators." Elder Makutum threatened.

It is obvious that Gao Taizhu knows Jin Bing. After all, they are all top figures in the dark world, so it is normal for them to have business dealings.

"Makutum, we are old friends. What do you mean by for a godson? Fortunately, my godson is fine, so I am teaching you a lesson. We in Hell's Kitchen can come and go as we please. If anything happens to my dear godson, I will make all of you in the High Table be buried with him, even if it means risking my life."

Kingpin smoked a cigar and didn't care about the threat from the high table.

"Besides, it's a fight to the death. Are you worthy of it?" Jin said disdainfully.

After hearing Jin Bing's ridicule, Elder Makutum on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it was not easy to fall out now.

After all, the High Table is an alliance of twelve top families, and it is not a monolithic entity.

Everyone has his own selfish desires, and it is impossible for someone to ruin his family business for the sake of a marquisate.

To be honest, Jin Bing has no direct hatred with them, and there are even some interests between them.

If a war really breaks out, perhaps some of them will switch sides to Jin Bing's side.

"Tell me your conditions and what it takes to calm your anger." Makutum asked helplessly.

"It's very simple. I want a seat in the High Table. The Continental Hotel in New York is going to be opened in our Hell's Kitchen. You, the High Table, will pay for the renovations, and my people will take care of it. And you have to compensate me and my godson for our mental damages, and for the labor fees in Hell's Kitchen. Five hundred million US dollars." Kingpin opened his mouth loudly.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Not to mention that behind each of the twelve seats of the High Table stands an ancient family, so it's impossible for you to be one. And rebuilding a Continental Hotel, do you know how much it will cost? Then let's start a war!" Makutum seemed to be losing his mind after hearing Kingpin's conditions.

Jin calmly poured a glass of red wine, then said, "Don't be hasty. I know that your High Table has an ancient tradition, which is a one-on-one duel."

The winner can get any promise from your High Table. I can let my godson participate and challenge the Marquis. When the Marquis loses, we will work together to wipe out their family power. The assets we get will be enough to rebuild a Continental Hotel and pay compensation. The rest of you High Table members don't have to pay a penny."

After hearing this, Makutum's pupils trembled. He realized that Kingpin's appetite was so big. He not only wanted a seat, but also wanted to destroy the whole family. He was worthy of being the overlord of Hell's Kitchen.

"But, as you know, the prerequisite for initiating a duel is to join a family first, and Chen Ye is not a member of the Twelve Families."

"It's okay. I have sent people to wipe out all the people from the Antonio family in New York. There is no such family in the world anymore. It just so happens that Chen Ye represents my Fisk family. Also, just give the seat of the High Table to my godson. I am old, so I will not join."

Jin Bing said calmly, as if the matter of the family that had just been destroyed had nothing to do with him.

"Okay, I can agree to your godson's seat, and I will also notify you about the duel, but the Marquis's family is very powerful, so we may not take any action." Makutum agreed.

"60-40, I get 6, and as for the remaining 4, I don't care how you divide it." Jin Bing interrupted Makutum and made an offer.

"We will make the move. The prerequisite is that your godson can win." After hearing Jin Bing's offer, Makutum also agreed.