The Strongest Dog Lover on Earth
As Jack settled into his chair in the rest area, he couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by the imposing presence of John Wick. He had heard the rumors about the legendary assassin and his reputation for being unstoppable. But as he watched Wick walk up to the front desk, he couldn't help but notice the affectionate glances from the staff.
Wick's reputation may have been that of a killer, but to those at the Continental Hotel, he was a respected member of the community. It was clear that the staff held him in high regard, despite the nature of his profession.
Jack watched as Wick handed over a gold coin to the front desk and received his room key. There was something about the way he moved, with a calm and calculated grace, that made it clear that he was a man who had seen and experienced more than most people could imagine.
Suddenly, Wick turned to look at Jack, who was trying his best to look inconspicuous. "Is he new?" Wick asked the front desk, referring to Jack.
The receptionist hesitated for a moment before replying, "That gentleman is going to register as a new killer, sir. I can't reveal any more... Does he have any grudges against you?"
"No, just asking," Wick replied, his gaze never leaving Jack. "Ready to register...heh."
Wick received the room card from the front desk and walked towards the elevator. He pressed the button and waited patiently for it to arrive. As he turned around, he saw Jack walking towards the front desk, his eyes wandering around the lobby, soaking in the luxurious ambiance of the Continental Hotel.
Suddenly, the side door opened, and the man in the suit came back with a tray in his hand.
"Sir, please come here to get your ID," the front desk said with a polite smile.
Jack strolled over to the desk, feeling a little exited by the opulence of the hotel. As he retrieved his ID card, the receptionist informed him,
"Congratulations, you are now a pre-killer. After completing a task that meets the requirements, you can completely become a regular and get all the services from the hotel."
Jack's heart raced with excitement at the prospect of getting the second step in his plan done.
The receptionist continued, "Here are your five gold coins. They are very precious things, extremely difficult to obtain, and also of great value. In addition, all the precautions about the hotel and the powers you can exercise are in this booklet. Please read it carefully."
Jack eagerly reached for the coins and booklet, marveling at their intricate design and weight. "Wow, thank you so much! This is amazing," he said with a wide grin.
The front desk at the hotel looked at Jack with a stern expression.
"Also Mr Jack, I need to emphasize this, fighting and bloodshed are absolutely not allowed in the hotel," she said firmly, emphasizing the pronunciation of "in the hotel."
Jack nodded in agreement and took out four gold coins from his pocket.
"How long can I stay with one gold coin?" he asked.
"Five days, sir," the receptionist replied, eyeing the gold coins carefully.
"Alright then I will stay here for five days." Jack grinned mischievously and handed a coin over to the staff.
But suddenly a muscular man approached Jack.
"Boy, it's will be tough for youto pass the entrance mission. Why don't you give me your four gold coins, and I'll take you through a mission. How about that?"
Jack raised an eyebrow in amusement. "How do you know that I can't pass it?" he asked.
The man beside them chimed in.
"Just look at your weak appearncve. I promise I can take you through the mission in one piece!"
Jack turned to the man with a half-smile.
"Are you strong? Can you beat that person over there?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of Wick.
The bearded man suddenly choked on his words. He didn't expect Jack's rebuttal to be so straightforward.
Most importantly, he really didn't dare to say that he could beat Baba Yaga, even if he had 100 extra lives. Baba Yaga, That's not just a title, it's a reputation earned through blood...
A woman with a sly smile approached Jack, her red dress was tight and her makeup heavy, but she thought it made her look irresistible.
With a sultry tone, she whispered into his ear, "You're a confident man. How about we step outside and get to know each other better?"
Jack didn't miss a beat, responding with a touch of humor and sarcasam in his voice,
"Oh, ma'am, you flatter me too much. But I'm afraid you will be disappointed as I am not into whores..."
The woman's expression changed from flirty to angry, but Jack had already moved on. He paused for a moment, considering her earlier compliment.
"Though I must say, you are right about one thing," he said, turning back to her. "Let's go outside and chat."
With the bearded man and the female killer following close behind, Jack strolled out of the Continental Hotel, with the sound of gold coins jingling in his pocket. The sun has set in the distance, and darkness has taken over the streets.