Chapter 42 Agreement

"You just for a title?" Old Antonio asked in disbelief.

"How is it possible?" Link said angrily, "It was your son who took the initiative to provoke me. I must let people know that I am an existence that cannot be offended."

"Otherwise, what if it appears again next time?"

"To put it bluntly, you are just a chicken that was killed, so that the monkeys that may appear in the future will be more honest, do you understand?"

"You..." Old Antonio did not expect that his son would be ruined like this, "Okay, I promise you, tomorrow night in Las Vegas, still in that casino, I'll wait for you."

"Very good, you can prepare as many people as possible, including your so-called high table, there are few people there, we can kill as much as we want, and see who falls in the end." Link said happily.

Then, he hung up the phone, then looked at Winston and said, "Now, you can call the so-called high table to gather your people, and have a gambling game and a battle in Las Vegas tomorrow."

Link then stood up and walked out, completely ignoring Winston and Charon.

Winston frowned and looked at Charon, "Take people to clean up, we have to open tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir!" Charon turned around and went out to clean up, while Winston took out his phone and dialed directly.

Many people at the high table were called up by the phone, and then they were shocked to listen to Winston's story about a Chinese man who killed the Continental Hotel in New York with a flying knife.

A group of killers and Santino's bodyguards were all killed, including Santino himself.

The other party declared war on their entire high table, a bet, a battle, so what should they do next?

Santino violated the rules, and no one cared about his death, but the other party also violated the first iron rule of the Continental Hotel, which prohibited killing in the Continental Hotel.

And they came to the door with advance notice. If they were not dealt with, the Continental Hotel would lose its deterrence.

It was necessary to fight!

Immediately began to mobilize manpower. Link's performance was a bit weird. Was the flying knife so powerful?

Collect his information immediately!

However, Link's information is not much. He used to be a policeman in New York. The first time he fired a gun, he shot and killed more than 20 people. Every shot was a headshot. No wonder the other party had a regretful tone. He really could use a gun.

Then the high table must prepare a group of elites, and the number of people cannot be less. They can't do it in the casino hotel.

The power over in Las Vegas is equally strong, even stronger than their high table. There are a group of shareholders behind each hotel, and they can't afford to offend.

They can only wait until the gambling game is over and the other party comes out before taking action. The high table has always emphasized the iron law, so Las Vegas also has its iron law.

...

Link called Jessica early the next morning and told her that he had a big poker game and asked her to stay at Tracy's house and not go out for the time being.

Link is not worried about Jessica's safety. After all, if the high table really threatens him with a woman, then wait for him to go crazy!

His super hearing, once fully turned on, can monitor the world.

This time he couldn't use flying knives, after all, the opponent should have a lot of people, and he couldn't do it in Las Vegas, otherwise he would offend all the forces in the gambling city.

The time in the evening was just right. After the gambling was over, he would drive to the desert and deal with all the killers there.

Las Vegas, the last casino hotel, Link arrived in Las Vegas with a super big bag. This time he used special documents.

The news of the underground world spread quickly. They got the information early in the morning. This time they dared not underestimate Link anymore. This is a killing god!

Of course, what they valued most was the gambling in the evening. Link was sent directly to the most luxurious room. He could have a good rest, and even the meal was sent directly by the hotel.

The gambling started at 8 o'clock in the evening. Many people came. The twelve directors of the high table were all there. They were very curious about Link.

Entering the VIP box, Link selected cigars and bourbon. He then sat down. Old Antonio opposite him looked very bad.

Link smiled and said, "How many people have you prepared?"

"Let's solve it all at once. Don't always drag it out. I don't like it. This is your last chance. If I win, then the high table will compensate me."

"If not, then I will start a massacre."

The twelve directors all raised their eyebrows and looked angry, but a very young white man stood up and said, "I am Gramont, the CEO of the high table. We have prepared 300 people for Mr. Lin, all elite."

"Is Mr. Lin satisfied?"

Link looked at him and said, "Not very satisfied. Is this all your manpower?"

"It's eight o'clock now. After the gambling starts, you have four hours to prepare before midnight. You can gather as many people as possible."

"I will drive an off-road vehicle to leave the hotel and drive towards the desert at midnight. After all, this is Las Vegas. I am a professional gambler and I have to rely on it for my livelihood."

"Ten kilometers away from here, we will start the battle, and the winner will walk out of the desert."

Gramont frowned. Does the other party have an ambush?

However, he had already sent people to keep an eye on it, and no large number of armed personnel came to Las Vegas, whether from the air or on land.

"Okay!" Gramont said, "We agree."

"Okay, then if I come out, will the high table agree to compensation and end the conflict?" Link asked again, "What is the specific amount of compensation?"

"You seem to think you're going to win?" Gramont asked, "Did you ambush someone in the desert?"

"No, there's only one person, and the weapons are all here." Link opened the backpack under his feet and then showed it. There were guns inside. "When the time comes, you can deal with the bodies yourself, and the result will be clear at a glance."

"I need to ask for instructions." Gramont can no longer make the decision.

"Okay, let's start!" Link looked at Old Antonio.

Old Antonio said, "Okay, I know you're good, but I also know your weaknesses."

"I'll go all-in every time, and we'll bet on luck."

Link was stunned, then laughed and said, "In this case, time is too hard to bear, and there's no fun!"

"This is my only chance." Old Antonio had consulted Wilson Fisk before.

Wilson Fisk got a lot of benefits, otherwise he wouldn't have said it. Link made up a weakness of his own in the first big poker game.