Charlie The Vulture

The bearded man and the female killer had originally wanted to threaten and defraud Jack of his gold coins or wait for the day when Jack walked out of the hotel before attacking him.

However, they didn't expect that Jack actually pissed them off directly and then took the initiative to go out to the hotel to chat with them.

Although they also knew that Jack probably had some confidence, they were two people, so why would they worry that they would not be able to succeed?

A rookie who is not even a killer, a little-known kid, in their opinion, apart from being handsome, Jack had many problems, such as a relaxed posture, misuse of gold coins... the bearded man and the female killer were a bit reckless. Otherwise, they wouldn't come up directly to make trouble without knowing Jack's details.

Of course, their skills were not very good. Otherwise, they wouldn't be eyeing these four gold coins. Jack was in front, the bearded man and the female killer were behind, and the three walked outside.

When the three of them left, the hotel door opened and closed. The elevator arrived, and after a crisp "ding," it opened itself, ready to welcome guests.

However, after stepping forward with one leg, the person who let it down paused, retracted it again, and gradually moved away.

The elevator waited a long time but failed to get that person on board, so he had no choice but to close up unwillingly, waiting to open his heart for the next person.

The front desk, and the killers, who were waiting for the result of another good show, had a rare expression of surprise in their eyes.

The hotel door was opened again and then slowly closed.

....

"Should we stay here or talk in a more suitable place?" Jack asked the bearded man and the female killer behind him, who were always on guard against his escape.

"It depends on where you want to become a corpse, boy," the bearded man stepped forward with a smirk, "If you don't want to, then hand over the gold coins in your hand and let's talk about it. Let's talk about how you should choose... Ahhh!"

Before the bearded man could finish speaking, a fist was already on his forehead, making a muffled sound. The tremendous force made him scream. He flew back three or four meters in the air before falling to the ground, completely motionless.

"One thing to say, I don't think I have anything to talk to you about," Jack said.

"Bang!" While shocked, the female killer decisively took out her pistol and fired!

However, there was just a crisp sound—

"Ding!"

The sound of metal colliding was particularly obvious on the slightly quiet night street.

"... Good marksmanship."

Jack looked at the deformed gold coin, sighed, and said, "I have a question, Mr. Wick. Can this deformed gold coin still be used?"

John "...."

"Bang, bang, bang!" The female killer didn't care what Jack said and fired continuously again, trying to kill Jack fast.

She was frightened by Jack's attitude and skills.

John Wick slowly emerged from the shadows, "It seems that you don't need my help."

"What makes me more curious." Jack shook his hand slightly, and the deformed gold coin in his hand flew out. The female killer fell to the ground.

"A character like you actually wants to help someone whom you have never met, someone who has just registered as a potential killer?"

"I want to try something new," Wick took out his phone and made a call, "I'm Wick. I'm ordering two dinners. Come to the New York Continental Hotel's door and walk three blocks to the left."

"Somethin' new," Jack smiled.

"Yes," Wick nodded, "I originally wanted to persuade you to give up becoming a killer, but now it seems...you don't need my persuasion."

"Thank you very much for your kindness," Jack asked, "May I ask why?"

"You talk a lot," Wick looked at Jack and said in a somewhat impatient and educational tone, "In this line of work, people who talk a lot don't live long, even if you are strong."

"..." The corners of Jack's eyes twitched.

"I never like to be indebted to others." Jack took a pen and paper from the storage space inside his suit, wrote his phone number and identity, and handed it to Wick.

"So, this is my business card. If you need help, you can find me at any time."

"Business card..."

Even Wick was speechless. How can this piece of paper be called a "business card."

And when he saw clearly the other string of letters on the note beside the phone number, Wick's tone was filled with doubts: "Templar?"

"This will be my code name." Jack smiled. "And, it will be an organization that confronts the Continental Hotel."

"...confrontation?" Wick repeated the word.

"I joined the Continental Hotel not to be a killer but to understand it from the inside and then dismantle it," Jack said, "I think you will use this phone number sometime.

Wick was silent and put the note into his suit pocket.

He probably wouldn't have listened to Jack's words if he hadn't seen Jack's previous actions. But now, after he has witnessed Jack's performance with his own eyes, he knows that as long as Jack is not careless and does not die halfway, he is destined to become an existence like him, or even stronger than him.

Jack's phone number is still very valuable if that's the case.

Wick once killed three people with a pencil. But just now, under his gaze, Jack killed a person with a gold coin, which was extremely relaxed and freehand.

Wick thought he couldn't do it, so even though Jack was not famous yet, he was still a newly registered killer; Wick had already given Jack an equal status to himself.

As for being higher...it's impossible at the moment, anyway. Wick also has his own pride from "Night Demon."

Just a few seconds after Wick put away the note, a van drove over, and an old man wearing a cylindrical top hat stepped down from it, as well as several strong men, walking towards them.

"The two 'dinners' you ordered, Mr. Wick," the old man came to Wick, took off his top hat, and bowed, "Charlie the Vulture is honored to serve you.

A strong man went to the body of the bearded man and the female killer on the ground, searched their things with professional movements and quick efficiency, and then "packed" them and transported them to the van.

In the distance, a late-arriving police car whizzed by, but after seeing Charlie's van, it slammed on the brakes, stopped, left far away, and quickly turned and left.