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Chapter 56 You hit me
new York.

Private museum.

"What did you say? What do you mean John Wick can't be found?"

Listening to the report from his subordinates on the phone, Santino was very annoyed.

A whole day had passed since he last issued a bounty.

During this day, the Continental Hotel sent out several waves of assassins to carry out the assassination, but no one was able to succeed.

Instead, bad news came one after another, reaching his ears one after another.

First, almost all the assassins he brought to New York died, even Ares, whom he valued the most, was not spared.

Then, John only suffered minor injuries and managed to break through the encirclement and escape.

Until now, there is no news at all.

A living person just disappeared out of thin air.

This terrible result was unbearable for Santino.

"Trash, they are all a bunch of trash!"

Santino threw his phone to the ground, feeling helpless and furious.

John is still alive and well, so he is in trouble.

Don't forget that he was the one who hired them first, and now they are turning against him and killing him.

Such erratic behavior is unbearable for anyone, let alone the cold-blooded "God of Death".

"No, I can't stay here any longer."

Picking up the phone from the ground again, Santino felt deeply uneasy.

Most of the people he brought to New York had died at John's hands.

There were less than ten people left alive around him.

With such a small number of people, it is obviously not enough to protect his safety. If he stays in the museum, he will just be waiting to die.

"I have to move to a safer place immediately."

Santino had no intention of returning to Italy.

That road is too long and too prone to accidents.

If John chased him onto the plane, he would not be able to escape even if he wanted to.

Since he couldn't return home, he could only find another safe place.

Looking at the whole of New York, it seems that only there can he ensure his safety and avoid being harmed by the killer.

Thinking of this, Santino set off immediately, leaving the museum before John arrived, and hurried to the Continental Hotel under the escort of many bodyguards.

However, what he didn't know was that his little thoughts had already been guessed by others.

Not only will the Continental Hotel fail to protect his life, but it will become his burial place and the last stop in his life.

……

Continental Hotel.

Escorted by many bodyguards, Santino successfully arrived here.

Along the way, he was nervous and couldn't sit still.

I was afraid that at some intersection, John would suddenly appear with a gun.

Fortunately, the journey went smoothly and his worries did not come true.

John never showed up, allowing him to successfully arrive at the Continental Hotel, the safest place in New York City.

"Winston!"

As soon as he stepped into the hotel door, the angry Santino shouted the hotel manager's name.

He certainly had reason to be angry.

If the killer at the Continental Hotel hadn't been so useless and failed to kill John, how could he have been so embarrassed and escaped here like a dog?

"Winston, you have to give me an explanation. Also, John Wick's membership must be revoked immediately. From now on, all assassin agencies, including your Continental Hotel, can no longer serve John Wick."

Santino was cocky.

As soon as Jaina died, the seat at the high table fell on him, and he was certainly qualified to give orders to Winston, the hotel manager.

However, after listening to him for a long time, Winston didn't respond at all. He just sat there reading the newspaper quietly. After a long while, he pretended to have just realized something and raised his head blankly.

"It's Mr. Antonio. I'm sorry, I'm old and my hearing isn't very good. Could you please repeat what you just said so I can hear it clearly?"

As Winston spoke, he adjusted his glasses and pretended to be old and blind.

Of course Santino could tell the other man was acting.

After all, the Continental Hotel is quite important.

There is no way an old and confused person can be a manager here.

However, time was urgent and he didn't have time to get angry with anyone. He could only suppress his anger and spoke again in a stronger tone.

"I said, I want you to cancel your membership in John Wick! Do you understand?"

"That's not very nice, Mr. Antonio."

Winston looked a little embarrassed.

"John Wick didn't break any rules. According to the rules of the Continental Hotel, I have no reason to deprive him of his membership."

"Winston, straighten your attitude. This is an order, not a negotiation!"

Santino laughed in anger.

"Don't forget, I am a member of the High Table and have absolute say over the Continental Hotel under my jurisdiction."

"Is that so? Isn't that right?"

Facing Santino's anger, Winston slowly reached out and took off his glasses and spoke slowly.

"Besides, if you're so eager to deprive John of his membership, why don't you talk to him personally?"

"In person?"

Santino instantly realized that something was wrong and turned around to look.

Sure enough, a man with an expressionless face and a stern temperament was right behind him. His eyes were so cold that one glance at him felt as if he were falling into an abyss.

John Wick said nothing, as taciturn as usual, just staring at Santino, as if he was thinking about where to start.

"You are really amazing, John."

After a long silence, Santino, who couldn't stand being stared at, spoke first and broke the silence.

“I spent five million dollars, hired so many assassins, and even sent my men out to do the operation myself.

I didn't expect that after doing so much, I still couldn't deal with you, and you even came in front of me.

But so what?

Even if you find me, what can you do to me?"

When the time came, he was no longer panicked. Instead, a smile appeared on his face and he spoke with confidence.

“This is the Continental Hotel. No one can take action here. Anyone who dares to disobey will be wanted by the entire killer world.

Am I right, Winston?"

As he spoke, he turned and asked the manager sitting next to him.

Winston nodded.

Yes, mainland hotels do have such rules.

The prerequisite is that the person must have enough gold coins to purchase all the services in the hotel.

This is a difficult thing for ordinary killers.

After all, not everyone is John Wick, who can be so efficient and save up a large box of gold coins.

But for Santino, this is not a difficult task.

He is a member of the Camorra family, and the thing he has the most is gold coins.

As long as he wanted, he could live in the hotel for the rest of his life, enjoying the hotel's services in different ways, without ever repeating a single day.

"So, John, do you still want revenge?"

Santino said with a smug smile on his face.

In mainland hotels, if you have gold coins, you are the boss.

No matter how much Winston disliked him, as long as he could afford the gold coins, the Continental Hotel in New York had to serve him.

"I know you want to kill me, John, but it's a pity that you can never do it..."

"That's not necessarily the case."

(End of this chapter)