Hong Kong Variety Show: Let you eat melons, eat melons on your sister-in-law

Chapter 397 replaces "397", Blood Pact Assassin

Upon hearing Lin Yao's words, Winston's heart stirred: "Mr. Lin, are you... interested in taking control of the entire High Table?"

Lin Yao paused, turned to Winston, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Winston closed the lounge door and then turned on the stereo and played a song.

Lin Yao wasn't in a hurry; he knew Winston was taking precautions against eavesdropping.

So he sat down, wanting to see what Winston had to say.

After Winston finished doing all this, he said to Lin Yao, "To be honest, the High Table has become quite unpopular. It's not just our Continental Hotel in New York; many organizations that serve the High Table have also had enough of them."

"The High Table was originally an organization of the elders and the Assassins, which then gathered together many gangs from around the world to form an organization that has been around for a long time."

“They set strict rules, but never followed them. However, anyone who violated these strict rules was immediately punished. A large portion of the money we earned had to be handed over!”

“We are their servants and blood bags.”

After listening, Lin Yao smiled and said, "Your description is very apt."

“But some people have already had enough and have started taking action against the High Table!” Winston sighed. “This guy is called Night Demon, the leader of the New York Beggars’ Gang.”

"Unfortunately, although this guy was formidable, he ultimately died in an assassination attempt by the High Table."

Lin Yao was puzzled when he heard Winston's words.

Lin Yao initially thought Winston was referring to John Wicker, but it seems that wasn't the case.

Moreover, the timing doesn't match up at all.

However, Lin Yao vaguely remembered that John Wicker seemed to have killed a gang leader and inherited the nickname from him.

So Lin Yao asked directly, "Was the person who killed this Night Demon John Wicker?"

Winston looked at Lin Yao with some surprise: "Mr. Lin, how did you know?"

Lin Yao said with a smile, "I've also heard some things about the underworld!"

Winston nodded and said, "That's right. The original Night Demon died at the hands of John Wicker, who was also a good friend of mine."

Lin Yao laughed after hearing this: "Winston, it looks like you're trying to drag me into this!"

Winston said directly, "But you've never been afraid of the High Table's threats, have you?"

“If you can replace it, some of the resources of the High Table will still be very useful to you.”

Lin Yao thought about it for a moment, and it really was true.

Not to mention the High Table's assassin resources, Lin Yao was also quite envious of the High Table's intelligence agencies.

If we could secure the intelligence resources from the High Table, it would probably save Richard a lot of trouble.

Moreover, Lin Yao remembered that the High Table Society seemed to have a lot of amazing technology. For example, the bulletproof material that Lin Yao had developed before seemed to be a product developed by the High Table Society.

It's just that the system completely copied the other party's technology.

It has now become Lin Yao's exclusive product.

Lin Yao said to Winston, "I'll go back and think about it!"

“Of course!” Winston smiled when he saw that Lin Yao was somewhat interested. “The doors of the Continental Hotel in New York are always open to you!”

After leaving the mainland hotel, Lin Yao made a phone call to Kazuo Kusakari in Japan.

"It seems your Yamada-gumi's representative in America is getting impatient!" Lin Yao said directly to Kusakari Kazuo, "You've actually made a move against me!"

Kazuo Kusakari said in surprise, "What? He actually attacked Lin-san?"

"Can I help you with anything?"

Lin Yao thought for a moment and said, "I need this guy's information. That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

"Of course, I'll fax it to you right away!" Kazuo Kusakari said with a smile, "This guy making a huge mistake by getting involved with you, Mr. Lin!"

Lin Yao said calmly, "I've solved a huge problem for you!"

Kazuo Kusakari said directly, "If Lin Yao needs me, I'll do it without hesitation!"

……

"What? Not dead?"

At this moment, in a mansion on Long Island.

A burly Japanese man was somewhat surprised upon hearing his subordinate's report.

The subordinate nodded and said, "That's right. After killing them, they went straight to the Continental Hotel in New York! They obviously knew we were going to make our move!"

"Damn it!" The Japanese man angrily smashed the cup and said viciously.

Just as this guy was cursing, his phone suddenly rang.

Then the Japanese heard the censor's cold voice: "Councilor, the elders already know about this!"

The Japanese man exclaimed in surprise, "Why would such a trivial matter alarm the elders?"

"That Lin Yao threatened the elders; he seems quite familiar with the structure of our High Table Council!"

The examiner said with a hint of helplessness, "Now the elders are restricting your use of the High Table's capabilities to deal with Lin Yao, and they are not allowing any councilors to assist you!"

"Why? What right does he have to threaten the elder?" The Japanese man looked utterly incredulous. The inspector replied directly, "That's beyond my knowledge! Your access has been temporarily suspended, and I have a personal suggestion for you: Lin Yao won't let this go!"

"If you have any tricks up your sleeve, you'd better use them right away! Otherwise, the High Table won't be able to help you this time!"

After saying that, the examiner hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, the Japanese looked on incredulously.

The elders of the High Table were actually threatened? And their councilor powers were even frozen!

This was the first time he, the leader of the North American Yamada-gumi, had received such treatment.

However, what the examiner says is definitely not false.

"Team Leader Liang Chuan, a call from Japan!" a henchman whispered to the Japanese.

That's right, this guy is the boss of the Yamada Group in North America, the leader of the Ryokawa Group, Ryokawa Shiro.

Liangchuan Shiro answered the phone, and a voice came from the other end: "Shiro, Kusakari Kazuo just spoke with Lin Yao on the phone and took all your information. They probably want to take action against you!"

"If you die, all of the Yamada-gumi's forces in North America will be taken over by Kazuo Kusakari!"

"I won't let that happen!" Liangchuan Shiro said fiercely.

"If you die, my plan will be ruined. You'd better watch yourself. All I can do is help you hold off Kusakari Kazuo," the mysterious man said directly.

“That’s enough. I’ll handle things in America myself!” Liang Chuan Shiro said directly.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Chuan Shiro dismissed his men, then opened a safe in his study and took out a silver disc.

This thing has a simple and ancient design, and it is engraved with intricate patterns.

When it was opened, there was nothing inside except two bright red handprints.

This is not commonly seen even at the High Table Conference.

This thing is called a blood pact!
Generally, it is members of large families who sign blood pacts with skilled assassins.

Provide shelter for this killer, or anything else he needs.

Correspondingly, an assassin who accepts a blood pact will also owe his employer a favor, which must be repaid, even at the cost of his own life.

Seeing this blood pact, Liangchuan Shilang felt a pang of heartache.

Originally, Ryokawa Shiro intended to use this thing to preserve the Ryokawa family's continuation in a critical moment.

But right now, Ryokawa Shiro can't care about all that anymore.

After obtaining the blood pact, Ryokawa Shiro immediately left his manor by car and arrived in downtown New York.

A run-down bar on Brooklyn Street.

Upon entering the bar, the smoky atmosphere inside made Liang Chuan Shiro frown and cover his nose.

The air was filled with the smells of cigarettes, sweat, feet, and leaves, enough to knock you over.

Despite his physical discomfort, Liang Chuan Shilang went to the front desk and said, "I'm looking for your boss!"

The bartender at the front desk rolled his eyes when he saw that the man was Japanese and said, "Our boss isn't here!"

“I advise you to go and inform him!” Liang Chuan Shilang said coldly.

The bartender sneered, "You've come to our Banshee Bar looking for trouble?"

Without saying a word, Liangchuan Shilang simply waved his hand.

A woman next to him pulled out a gun and shot the bartender in the thigh.

This really stirred up a hornet's nest. None of the customers in the bar were afraid when they saw the gun; instead, the brother looked menacing.

Despite being shot, the bartender remained defiant and shouted, "They're here to cause trouble! Attack them!"

Liang Chuan Shiro's bodyguards immediately brandished their fully automatic weapons and confronted the strange-looking guys in the bar.

A moment later, a burly Black man wearing a floral shirt walked in.

Upon seeing this, he immediately shouted, "You idiots, put your guns away!"

Clearly, the burly Black man in the floral shirt is the owner of this bar.

Then the black man saw Ryokawa Shiro, frowned, and said, "Why are you here?"

Liang Chuan Shiro took out the blood pact in his hand, waved it, and said directly to the black man, "I need help!"

The black man's expression immediately changed, and then he said to Liang Chuan Shiro, "Come with me, let's talk in a quiet place!"

Liang Chuan Shiro didn't care and left the bar with the black man. As for the talkative bartender, he was quickly dragged away.

Arriving at a detached villa not far from the bar, the black man sat down and said to Liang Chuan Shiro, "I thought you would never need my help!"

“I saved you when you came from Jamaica, and now I need your help!” Liang Chuan Shiro said directly.

"You're a congressman, do you need my help?" the black man asked, puzzled.

Liang Chuan Shiro gave a wry smile and said, "A councilor? A councilor is useless against this guy!"

(End of this chapter)