Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

The Mainland Hotel has a long history; it existed long before computers were invented. Back then, assassins used paper-based commission forms to accept and complete missions.

Typically, such commission forms are made in duplicate. One copy, with key information blacked out and a photo of the target, is sent to the assassin. The assassin completes the mission based on the contents of the commission form, after which the hotel on the mainland will confirm the details.

Once confirmed, the hitman's order will be stamped and combined with the complete commission form originally stored at the mainland hotel before being sent to the High Table's dedicated archives.

What appeared before Laura now was the commission form that should have been kept on the high table!

Laura couldn't understand why the data stored at the High Table ended up in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., and even more perplexing was why S.H.I.E.L.D.'s data ended up in Sherlock's hands.

The implications behind this are increasingly chilling to contemplate, clearly exceeding the capabilities of a mainland hotel manager to handle.

Although she was incredibly terrified inside, Laura managed to maintain a calm demeanor on the surface, though her subconscious movements still betrayed her inner panic.

After briefly glancing at the information Sherlock had provided, Laura closed the documents in her hand and placed them back on the coffee table.

Throughout the entire process, Laura didn't even notice that her hands were trembling slightly.

After taking a deep breath, Laura put on a professional smile again and looked in Sherlock's direction, asking him a question.

"This is indeed a request for services from the Mainland Hotel. I wonder what Mr. Sherlock's intentions are—revenge or something else...?"

Laura was interrupted by Sherlock before she could finish speaking. After pointing to the documents on the table, Sherlock said to Laura with a playful smile.

"Don't worry, I'm always a reasonable person. The mainland hotel is the mainland hotel, the assassin is the assassin, and the person behind them is the person behind them."

I know very well that my enemy is Obadiah, but I also need the Continental Hotel to give me an explanation!

"Of course, not too much. I only need evidence and the truth. As long as the mainland hotel can tell me who accepted the task and what they did, rest assured, I will absolutely not implicate the mainland hotel in this matter."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Laura frowned even more deeply. The reason was simple: at this moment, Laura actually hoped that Sherlock would directly take action against the Continental Hotel.

Only in this way can the rules maintained by the Continental Hotel be upheld, and even the 'minimum' cost of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles be used to release Sherlock's dissatisfaction.

Conversely, if, as Sherlock claims, they were given information about assassins and methods of assassination, then the reputation that the Continental Hotel has maintained for many years would collapse in an instant, and such a collapse of reputation would be truly unacceptable to the Continental Hotel.

Sherlock naturally understood what Laura was thinking, and instead of immediately asking for an answer, he stood up and spoke to her after seeing her fall silent.

"I'll give you three days. During those three days, you can contact your so-called High Table or the elders hiding in the Middle East to see how they will handle things, or even launch a manhunt for me. I'll accept whatever they say!"

I will be back in three days. If you haven't prepared the answer I want when I return, then don't blame me for getting angry and making all the so-called rules of the mainland hotels disappear from this world!

Believe me, when others say this, it might be a bluff or intimidation, but I'm making a real threat.

As Sherlock spoke, he opened his arms. As his words fell, a red light flashed in his eyes, and crimson lightning erupted from his hands. The gold coins from the Continental Hotel fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

Almost every sound seemed to strike Laura's heart, leaving her dumbfounded.

Seeing that he had achieved the desired effect, Sherlock didn't waste his Philosopher's Stone any longer. He gave a cold laugh to Laura, who was sitting there in a daze, and then turned around and left the manager's room on the top floor.

Until Sherlock left the Continental Hotel in New York, no one dared to stop him or speak to him; in fact, almost everyone avoided Sherlock's gaze.

Only when the sound of the Raptor engine gradually faded into the distance did the Continental Hotel return to its usual bustling state.

Only after Sherlock left did the receptionist dare to rush to the elevator and run towards the top floor.

But when the receptionist pushed open the door to the top-floor room, she was stunned by what she saw. The hotel manager was looking at the documents on the coffee table with a gloomy face, and at his feet, piles of Continental Hotel gold coins were scattered on the ground.

If you ignore the complex expression on Laura's face, the whole scene really gives you a feeling of extravagance and decadence.

"manager!"

The receptionist called out to Laura. Hearing the call, Laura snapped out of her daze, rubbed her temples wearily, and then spoke to the receptionist standing at the entrance.

"Christine, contact the High Table. This is beyond our control."

However, it was obvious that after listening to Laura's words, the receptionist named Christine seemed to have misunderstood something. She did not act immediately, but instead frowned and thought for a while before speaking.

"Manager, I do not recommend that you contact the High Table. The High Table's rules have no binding force on cases involving superhumans like this."

Clearly, Christine misunderstood Laura's thoughts, believing that Laura's contact with the High Table was in response to Sherlock's use of force in the hotel. However, after listening to Christine's words, Laura gave a wry smile and pointed to the documents in front of her before speaking to Christine.

"Compared to what's laid out in front of me, I'd much rather that boy named Sherlock just demolished my hotel! Go contact the High Table, Christine, and tell them I need a arbitrator!"

Upon hearing Laura's statement, Christine couldn't hide her surprise. Following the direction Laura was pointing, her pupils contracted when she saw the large circular eagle emblem on the cover of the document on the coffee table.

After swallowing hard, Christine spoke to Laura.

"I will accurately relay your request to the High Table."

After speaking, he bowed slightly to Laura, then closed the door to the room and turned to leave to contact the High Table.

Laura, however, continued to stare at the documents on the coffee table, muttering to herself with a hint of helplessness.

"The world is probably going to descend into chaos."