Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Sherlock's obviously abnormal tone made Zhao Weike realize the situation almost instantly.

Out of concern for Sherlock, Zhao Weike did not directly tell Sherlock the address of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles, but instead asked Sherlock in the same serious tone.

"What happened? Sherlock, where are you? Are you still in Los Angeles? I'm coming to find you right now!"

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Sherlock's reason, which was almost consumed by anger, calmed down slightly. A touch of warmth rose in his heart, and his tone became much calmer as he spoke to Zhao Weike.

"Old Zhao, no need. It's not appropriate for you insiders to get involved in this matter. Just tell me the address and name."

Upon hearing Sherlock's statement, Zhao Weike, who had already returned to New York, immediately launched into a tirade of profanities.

"F*** off! Sherlock, I'm Nightmare! Give me your address! I'm not so old that I can only watch my friend venture into this den of thieves!"

Sherlock subconsciously moved the phone away from his ear a little, and only after Zhao Weike's roar on the other end stopped did Sherlock put the phone back to his ear, feeling both touched and amused as he spoke to Zhao Weike.

"Zhao Weike, don't get excited. I know you're loyal, but you really don't need to show up this time. I'm just going to ask about something. It's not your turn to appear yet."

On the contrary, your appearance would only cause more trouble, especially since your current life is hard-won, my friend. Think about your impossible mission with its near-death experience, and think about Helen beside you!

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, a screeching sound of tires screeching against the ground came from the other end of the receiver. Surprisingly, Zhao Weike did not answer Sherlock's question immediately but instead fell silent.

After a long while, Zhao Weike could only sigh after having a thousand words in his heart, and told Sherlock the address of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles, as well as the manager's name.

"If you need me, Sherlock, contact me immediately! We're friends!"

After delivering the information Sherlock wanted, Zhao Weike added a comment at the end, which elicited a loud laugh from Sherlock, who then playfully added another comment to Zhao Weike.

"Don't worry, I won't die even if you die!"

"F*** yourself!"

Zhao Weike subconsciously replied to Sherlock, and the two burst into laughter at the same time. The atmosphere finally eased a bit. After exchanging a few casual words, Sherlock hung up the phone after Zhao Weike reminded him to be careful.

As Sherlock hung up the phone, the smile on his face quickly faded. He glanced at the rented house behind him, then turned and got back into the car.

After quickly determining the location of the Continental Hotel using the map, Sherlock turned off his phone, started the car, and drove towards the hotel.

Although this was Sherlock's first time visiting Los Angeles in both his lives combined, he was remarkably familiar with the city's streets and could pinpoint locations with just a glance at a map.

They sped along the road, and soon Sherlock parked the car in front of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles.

Like the Continental Hotel in New York, this Continental Hotel is also members-only and not open to the public. Just to enter the hotel lobby, you need to pay a gold coin.

But for an alchemist like Sherlock, the Continental Hotel's gold coin system was practically free. He casually pulled out a few coins from his pocket, clasped his hands together, and with a flash of lightning, a freshly minted Continental Hotel gold coin was obediently placed in Sherlock's palm.

After getting off the bus, Sherlock casually tossed the freshly minted coin to the doorman, and this 'newbie' walked nonchalantly into the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles.

Unlike the Baroque-style decor of the Continental Hotel in New York, this place in Los Angeles, thanks to Hollywood, has always been the most typical arena of fame and fortune for the United States.

The Continental Hotel in Los Angeles perfectly embodies the characteristics of the city's high society, with its overall decor emphasizing glitz and luxury.

But for Sherlock, no matter how dazzling or luxurious the Continental Hotel was, it was all in vain, since Sherlock had come here to cause trouble!

He strode up to the front desk of the Continental Hotel. Behind the bar stood a very dashing short-haired woman. Her androgynous attire, combined with her beautiful face that was both masculine and feminine, gave her a strange feeling of being both a gentleman and a lady.

As Sherlock stood before her, the short-haired woman gave him her standard smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Despite the polite inquiry from the receptionist, Sherlock remained expressionless, his hands resting on the bar counter, his eyes filled with coldness as he addressed the short-haired woman.

"My name is Sherlock Flamel! I want to see the manager here!"

Sherlock's tone was cold and harsh, almost as if the words "I'm here with ill intentions" were written all over his face.

This situation caused the woman behind the bar to freeze for a moment, but she quickly regained her professional composure and maintained a standard smile as she spoke to Sherlock.

"First of all, Mr. Flamel, I need to remind you that the use of any force is prohibited inside the Continental Hotel; that is the hotel's rule."

Secondly, sir, if you need anything, please let me know first. If it's serious, I will notify the manager to handle it...

Before the receptionist could finish speaking, crimson lightning began to crackle from Sherlock's hand, which was resting on the bar counter. The next second, the bar counter that had been blocking the two of them turned to ashes and vanished without a trace.

Before the receptionist could react, the tip of a long spear gleaming with metallic light was already pressed against her throat. Sherlock, now like a tiger ready to devour its prey, stared intently at the receptionist with bloodshot eyes, his voice sounding as if it came from hell.

"I said, call your manager out here!"

Sherlock's voice wasn't quiet; almost everyone in the lobby could hear it clearly. But despite hearing it, no one dared to stand up and attack Sherlock, who had come to cause trouble, in exchange for the Continental Hotel's reward, as they usually did.

The reason is simple: Sherlock's method of making the entire bar disappear is clearly not something an ordinary person could do.

Although these assassins were skilled, they were still just ordinary people at heart. When faced with a superhuman like Sherlock, they would naturally try to stay as far away as possible.