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The bounty list and the killer list of mainland hotels are two different things. The bounty list can be understood as an intermediary or a trading platform, while the killer list can be understood as a self-operated platform of mainland hotels.
"Hehe, you guys are the world's largest killer platform. If you're just looking to make a living through hard work, why don't you let me make that money? I'm not afraid of hard work," Hawke joked.
“With Ryan’s current financial resources, it’s not impossible for him to acquire the Continental Hotel. I think many of the twelve seats at the high table would be willing to cash out,” Winston joked. “After all, the economic situation isn’t very good right now, and nothing is safer than cash.”
"You old rascal, you're really cunning."
Hawke laughed and said:
"Let's get straight to the point. I won't beat around the bush. The Hand used to be one of the twelve seats at the High Table, and it still will be!"
“Young Master, you’re putting me in a really difficult position,” Winston said with a pained expression. “I’m just the manager of the Continental Hotel’s New York branch. You’re telling me this… I can’t make the decision. You should talk to the people at the high table.”
“I didn’t ask you to make the decision. Just tell the people at the high table that this is what I said, and there’s no room for negotiation,” Hawke glanced at Winston and smiled gently.
“Sigh, I thought High Table was domineering enough, but I didn’t expect you to be even more domineering than High Table, young master.” Winston said with a frown, “I’ll try my best.”
He made a phone call right in front of Hawke.
Put down the phone.
Winston said in surprise, "Young master, guess what? It's too much of a coincidence. The High Table just happened to send a judge to New York on a mission. As soon as you mentioned it, the High Table prepared to have this female judge negotiate with you. She should arrive in less than ten minutes."
Hawke raised an eyebrow.
Made.
This old guy's acting is really good.
Hawke now understands perfectly well that the High Table has long wanted to negotiate with him, and this judge was specifically prepared for him.
Perhaps while he wanted to interfere in the affairs of the Continental Hotel, the Continental Hotel also wanted to bring in a powerful ally like Ryan in America—even though the leader of the Hand was Erica, and Erica Hawke was one of Ryan's many women, she was considered an extra force among extra forces.
"Okay, let her come over."
Hawke asked with a forced smile:
"Winston, I wonder if your Continental Hotel's judge is pretty?"
Winston: "It's not a matter of whether she's pretty or not, she's really that kind of rare... her eyes are like mung beans, her nose is like a garlic bulb, her teeth are sharp..."
There was a "bang" sound.
The door is wide open.
A woman wearing a black trench coat and exuding an extremely aloof aura walked in slowly, carrying an umbrella and wearing long boots. The sound of her boots hitting the floor echoed throughout the room.
As she entered, the air inside the room instantly grew colder.
The entire atmosphere was filled with a chilling, murderous aura...
Hawke sat lazily on the sofa, looked him up and down, and suddenly laughed, "Your Excellency Judge, I think you should smile more often in the future?"
The female judge frowned.
"Why?" Winston asked curiously.
Hawke laughed heartily: "Because excessive joy breeds joy!"
"Ah this..."
Winston stared at Hawke in shock, then glanced at the Judge, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.
He never expected that Hawke would actually flirt with the judge.
That judge is not someone to be trifled with.
Even though he was the manager of the Continental Hotel's New York branch, the Judge, as the representative of the High Table, could easily dismantle his rule over the Continental Hotel's New York branch and kill him effortlessly if he wanted to.
"Fuck! That woman isn't even pretty, she looks like she's going through menopause, why are you flirting with her?"
Winston cursed inwardly.
Of course, if the judge is not to be trifled with, Hawke is certainly not to be trifled with either.
“Haha, Mr. Ryan, you’re quite the joker!” Winston quickly tried to ease the tension, saying, “But I think we should talk about serious matters first.”
The female judge stared at Hawke for a long time.
Ultimately, she realized that Hawke was not someone she could kill easily, and besides, she was certain that even a 4.8 was no match for him. So she could only endure it and sat down opposite Hawke.
"Then let's talk."
Hawke leaned back casually on the sofa and said with a smile:
"The Hand will retain the original twelve seats at the high table, and Ryan can withdraw all his previous actions against the mainland hotels."
He wasn't actually interested in the female judge, but seeing her aloof expression, he really wanted to break down her defenses and see how she performed; it seemed very interesting.
The female judge said expressionlessly, "After this battle, the Hand has suffered a great loss of strength. Even if the High Table were willing to give them a seat, the Hand wouldn't be able to hold on, would they?"
“That’s our business,” Hawke said bluntly. “So, does the High Table agree or not?”
The female judge said, "Perhaps Ryan could take the Hand's seat."
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"Heh, what are you talking about! Ryan is an American oligarch, how could he suddenly shed his halo and roll around in the mud!" Hawke laughed and said, "What Continental Hotel, what High Table, you're only fit to deal with the Hand! I just want to keep my seat in the Hand, do you really think you're something special?"
Hawke would be crazy to join the High Table in Ryan's name. Ryan is an official, and the Continental Hotel is a thief. An official can recruit a few thieves as underlings to maintain his authority, but why would he go and become a thief himself?
This is reality: no matter how many top underworld forces and assassin organizations want to become one of the twelve seats on the high table, they have no chance.
Even at his peak, Cipher didn't have that qualification!
But Hawke didn't even consider it a good match!
The female judge's expression turned extremely ugly when she heard Hawke's insults towards the high table and the Continental Hotel.
She was even angrier than if she had been too happy.
But... how should I put it? They were born to be high and mighty Celestial Dragons, while she was just a catfish rolling in the mud. What could she do?
The female judge took a deep breath and said:
"Okay! We'll go with your plan, deal!"
"As expected of the judge at the high table, so straightforward." Hawke said happily, "To celebrate our pleasant cooperation, how about we have lunch together?"
"No need." The female judge turned and left without hesitation: "I'm allergic to hormones."
Hawke: "???"
"Damn it, what does she mean? I even look down on her!" Hawke snapped. "Look at her own body and appearance!"
"Young Master, please calm down, please calm down!" Winston quickly reassured him. "She's obviously an old maid, why are you arguing with her? How about I have dinner with you?"
“You get out too! Get out with her!” Hawke said.
"How could they turn on us so suddenly?"
Winston was kicked off the Midtown Financial Corporation building. He muttered something, straightened his clothes, and a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of him.
He sat down with an air of nobility, instantly transforming from the obsequious old man who had been fawning over Hawke back into the powerful manager of the Continental Hotel.
……
“Colleen, how’s the thing I asked you going?” Hawke asked.
“Waaah…” Colleen replied vaguely, “Japan is the Hand’s stronghold and the place where Five Fingers operated the longest, so they have many loyal followers there. Almost half of the assassins and ninjas have chosen to defect.”
"Is the situation that serious?" Erica asked in surprise.
“Yes…cough cough.” Colleen coughed twice, then said, “There’s something else, young master. The former CEO of the Yashida Group, Shingen Yashida, was one of Murakami’s friends. But it seems that Shingen Yashida also got wind of the Hand’s troubles, so he broke part of the agreement he had reached with Murakami and swallowed our assets. Even if I ask Murakami to talk to him now, it’s no use. He’s determined to take our money!”
"what?"
Hawke was furious, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes: "How dare this Yashida Shingen have such audacity?"
“Young Master, the Yashida Group’s status in Japan is similar to Ryan’s status in America; it’s a major conglomerate. Without using special means, we really have no way to deal with Yashida Shingen,” Colleen Wing said.
“Looks like I’ll have to find some time to go to Japan.” Hawke sneered.
Perfect timing! It's been a long time since I've seen Mariko Yashida, this helpless ex-girlfriend. Looks like she needs some help.
Moreover, there are many beautiful girls and female teachers in Japan.
"By the way, Colleen, what about Danny Rand? Has he contacted you again?" Hawke asked.
"This……"
A flicker of guilt crossed Colleen Wynne's eyes.
Before this, she and Danny Rand were practically girlfriends, but under the Hand's deception, she drugged Danny Rand and handed him over to the Hand. Later, under Hawke's coercion and enticement...
In the days that followed, Danny Rand tried every means to find her, but Colleen Wynne avoided him.
Seeing the conflicted expression on Colleen Wing's face, Hawke immediately jumped up excitedly.
It splashed onto Colleen Wynne's face and hair.
how to say……
Cao Cao is dead, but the traitor Cao lives on forever!
I will inherit the mantle of Prime Minister Cao!
Colleen looked at Hawke with a resentful expression.
"You're still young and growing, drink more milk, otherwise it will affect your development!" Hawke said, patting Colleen's head.
What else could Colleen do?
There's nothing we can do but accept our bad luck.
I'm going to wash my hair.
Erica, wearing a yukata, said, "The current state of the Hand is somewhat like a wall falling down and everyone kicking it. In fact, apart from the problems in Japan, the Hand's base in the United States is also showing signs of being eroded."
"Oh?"
Hawke raised an eyebrow.
She gave Hawke a disapproving look and said, "The Hand used to have a large territory in Hell's Kitchen, but after the Hand's downfall, the ruthless Russian mafia, the united Irish gang, and the Mexican drug traffickers all felt it was time to take advantage of the situation and tacitly turned their attention to the Hand's former territory."
"Then fight back! Do I need to teach you how to do this?" Hawke patted Erica on the head and said, "Even with only half the strength of the Hand now, isn't that enough to deal with ordinary gang members? Do you need my help?"