Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

To be honest, when Sherlock saw the bald woman who claimed to be the Arbiter appear at his doorstep, he was both surprised and not so surprised.

The reason he wasn't surprised was simple: the day before, Sherlock hadn't encountered any attacks from the Continental Hotel from morning till night, and that alone was enough for Sherlock to know the Continental Hotel's attitude.

The reason for his surprise was simple: in Sherlock's mind, the person sent by the Continental Hotel to negotiate with him should have been Laura, not this so-called arbitrator in front of him.

However, since he was already there, Sherlock did not refuse the so-called arbitrator in front of him. He immediately stepped aside to make way for the so-called arbitrator to enter.

The two sat down on the sofa in the living room. Then, under Sherlock's gaze, the adjudicator took out three documents from his bag and placed them on the coffee table before speaking to Sherlock.

"Mr. Sherlock, we have no intention of being your enemy, but the Mainland Hotel has its own rules. Based on your request, the Mainland Hotel has prepared three options."

After saying that, the bald woman pointed to the first document on Sherlock's left and said to him.

"The first proposal is an invitation letter. In this document, there is an invitation letter from the High Table. As long as you sign this invitation letter, you will immediately obtain High Table status."

Of course, as a member of the High Table, you can access the documents you want at any time. However, while enjoying the rights of the High Table, you must also assume its obligations and responsibilities, the specific details of which are outlined in the documents.

Having said that, he pointed to the document in the very center and continued speaking to Sherlock.

"The second proposal is also an invitation, but the difference is that it is a VIP invitation to a high table hotel and a mainland hotel, with a VIP card included."

If you choose this option, you will become a VIP at Mainland Hotels, and Mainland Hotels promises that you and anyone associated with you will never appear on Mainland Hotels' bounty list again.

As a VIP, you can enjoy priority access to any services offered by hotels in mainland China, while the price remains unchanged.

Meanwhile, the information you requested will be delivered to you as a gift by the mainland hotels and the High Table.

After saying all that, the woman pointed to the third document and continued speaking to Sherlock.

"As for the third option, to be honest, I don't recommend you choose the third option. There is only one slip of paper in this document, which details the exact location of the information you want."

Once you select this document, the Mainland Hotel will relentlessly hunt you and your friends and family down until you obtain the document or are killed.

After introducing the three documents to Sherlock, the bald woman who called herself the Arbitrator fell silent, sitting quietly opposite Sherlock in the most proper posture, like a doll, waiting for Sherlock's choice.

After hearing the woman's introduction, Sherlock raised an eyebrow slightly, then put on a cryptic smile, looked up at the doll-like woman, and said irritably.

"Fine, fine, do you think the Mainland Hotel, or rather the High Table, really think I'm stupid? It seems like you've put forward three options, but actually, what you really want me to choose is the middle one, right?"

Becoming a member of the High Table would divide the power in your hands, and with my abilities, I would be the most powerful person in the High Table. As a fellow High Table member, I naturally do not want to choose this option, so I added clauses on responsibilities and obligations.

It's like putting a collar on a tiger. Even if it does join, it won't have much impact on the High Table or the elders at the top; it might even be beneficial.

At this point, Sherlock paused slightly, his gaze towards the woman growing increasingly mocking, before continuing.

"As for this so-called third option?"

Heh, where is the data stored? I have no doubt that the address in this file contains the data I want, but why should I go to such lengths?

If I'm not mistaken, right now, the information I need is definitely no more than a hundred meters away! Where is it? In the vehicle waiting for you outside? Or on your person?

Ah, so it was on you!

As Sherlock guessed the location of the document, he pointed disdainfully to his feet. The so-called Arbitrator sitting opposite Sherlock followed Sherlock's gaze and saw a huge transmutation circle flash before his eyes, filling the so-called Arbitrator's eyes with terror.

Sherlock Holmes's reputation as the Impaler was no secret at the High Table. After all, Hydra wasn't the only entity to have visited the battlefields of the Middle East; the Continental Hotel had also received intelligence about it afterward.

Although the adjudicators are all highly trained, as living beings and as human beings, no one is without fear of death.

This is especially true when facing Sherlock, a superhuman shrouded in mystery. No one knows how this young man will depict his own death.

Just when the so-called Arbitrator thought Sherlock was destined to choose the third path, Sherlock, after threatening the Arbitrator, picked up the second document that the Arbitrator, or rather the High Table, most wanted Sherlock to choose.

"However, I must say you are very lucky. I am a person who hates trouble, so both morally and logically, I will choose the second option as you wish."

As he said this, Sherlock stood up with the plan in his hand, looking at the adjudicator with a half-smile on his face. The next second, Sherlock's right hand suddenly grabbed the lower half of the adjudicator's mask.

"But the little tricks you guys play on me don't make me happy!"

As soon as he said this, the next second, scarlet lightning burst forth from Sherlock's hand that was gripping the Arbiter, and red light flashed in his eyes. With the Arbiter's scream and instinctive retreat, the half of the mask was left directly in Sherlock's hand.

Looking at the woman lying on the ground, Sherlock's eyes showed no emotion as he continued speaking.

"Now, leave the information in your bag, and get out of here! The alchemy I just performed is both payment for delivering the information and a warning to the High Table!"

Go back and tell those people, I can restore your face to its original state, and I can also skin those gullible fools hiding in the shadows, thinking they're clever and safe!

After saying that, Sherlock fell silent, only staring coldly at the woman lying on the ground before him.

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, the Arbiter, who was lying on the ground, subconsciously touched the lower half of his face that was covered by the mask, but what he touched was tender flesh, not the hard, cold teeth that had been hidden beneath the mask.

Indeed, the reason why the so-called adjudicator who came this time was wearing a mask was very simple. The skin on the lower half of the bald woman's face had disappeared, leaving only her teeth and hideous scars exposed, which she had to cover with a mask.

But now Sherlock has actually regained his face?

This further heightened the arbitrator's awe of Sherlock. Upon hearing Sherlock's words, the arbitrator did not hesitate at all. He took out the documents he had prepared in advance from his bag, retrieved the two symbolic plans on the table, and fled Sherlock's house in a disheveled state.