Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Chapter 92 Returning Home and News

Although Eve didn't know why Sherlock was so concerned about changing her name, it wasn't a big deal for Eve.

Eve or Anna, it's just a code name. As long as you know your own name and where you come from, that's enough.

But it was a different story for Zhao Weike. Based on Zhao Weike's understanding of Sherlock, this scoundrel would most likely do this for some kind of perverse pleasure.

After all, Sherlock has a history of misconduct. In the beginning, he called himself Keanu Reeves, Constantine, and even Neo. Even now, he still calls himself Zhao Weike, Old Zhao, and so on.

Looking at his little apprentice who had been following him around, Zhao Weike could only pray that his little apprentice could withstand Sherlock's wrath.

After a full day of shopping in St. Petersburg, the three of them checked into the Continental Hotel in St. Petersburg, laden with bags and suitcases.

The next day, the three, now completely transformed, returned to New York through the mainland hotel's channels.

After the plane landed, Winston, Helen, and Doro were already waiting at the airport for Sherlock's return.

The moment the three of them got off the plane, Doro rushed into Sherlock's arms, and Helen rushed into Zhao Weike's arms, while the girl who had been forced to change her name to Anna stood there at a loss.

However, when she saw Winston, Winston smiled and opened his arms to Anna.

Anna didn't forget Winston either. She went up and gave him a light hug. Then, in response to Winston's questioning, Anna briefly explained the current situation.

Upon hearing that Anna had actually become Zhao Weike's apprentice, Winston was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

He stared at the three and a half people embracing each other for a while before speaking to Zhao Weike.

"John, Eve, oh, she should be called Anna now, I'll leave her in your care from now on."

Upon hearing Winston's words, Zhao Weike nodded without saying anything more or asking about the relationship between Anna and Winston. However, Sherlock, who was holding Doro, kept glancing back and forth between Winston and Anna.

Similarly, Anna's self-light locked onto Sherlock the moment it emerged from Winston's arms, or more precisely, onto Doro, who was in Sherlock's arms.

Given Doro's looks, almost no girl could resist his doll-like appearance.

Sherlock didn't waste any time. After introducing Anna and Doro to each other, he put Doro in Anna's arms, and Helen took the initiative to take care of the girl.

Sherlock, Zhao Weike, and Winston, on the other hand, got together.

"Thank you for your help, Winston, this time in the war. I know you've been communicating with the Continental Hotel behind the scenes."

Sherlock spoke to Winston, and upon hearing this, Winston gracefully bowed slightly and replied to Sherlock.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Sherlock. As I always say, a friend of a friend is still a friend."

Sherlock did not refuse Winston's words. He stretched out his hand, and a business card appeared in Sherlock's hand with a flash of scarlet lightning.

Sherlock placed the business card in Winston's hand before speaking to him.

"That's right, a friend of a friend is a friend. If you need anything, Winston, you can contact me."

After saying that, Sherlock ignored the two and turned to walk towards the group of women. Helen and Anna had become very close, and with Doro as a lubricant, Helen had almost thoroughly investigated Anna's life story.

Helen felt an overwhelming sense of sympathy for Anna's life, and given Anna's age, she even felt like she was a mother without experiencing pain herself. When Sherlock walked over, Helen was holding Anna, overflowing with maternal love.

Anna was somewhat reserved when faced with Helen's selfless love and kindness, which was completely out of place in the world of assassins, but she did not reject Helen's goodwill.

He could only stand stiffly as Helen hugged him, her eyes brimming with tears, while he kept kneading Doro's soft, jelly-like body to ease his tension.

Doro didn't seem to mind Anna's rubbing. Although her body was like jelly, looking like it could break at the slightest touch, the force was actually not much different from a massage to Doro.

Watching Doro kick his little legs in Anna's arms, trying to find a comfortable position, Sherlock was amused by the heartwarming scene before him.

Sherlock wasn't the only one witnessing this heartwarming scene; Zhao Weike, who was still standing with Winston, was also there.

Seeing the scene before him, Winston kept rubbing the business card Sherlock had given him, a hint of struggle in his expression. Finally, when Zhao Weike's gaze fell on him again, it turned into a sigh.

"John, this war isn't so simple. The High Table's reaction is far too intense. Someone is pushing this war from behind the scenes; someone wants the Rom Gang to withdraw from New York City."

"I know. Sherlock and I found out about it halfway through the battle."

Zhao Weike nodded to Winston before speaking to him.

Upon hearing Zhao Weike's words, Winston's face remained expressionless, and he continued speaking to Zhao Weike with a solemn expression.

"But you may not know the rest."

Seeing the puzzled look on Zhao Weike's face, Winston continued speaking to him.

"As you know, my hotel was closed before your war with Sherlock began," and it was thanks to this closure that "my hotel was spared from this disaster."

While you and Sherlock are at war with the Tarasov family, the war in New York is not just about your family; many families have been drawn into this massive conflict.

Based on my observation, there were no winners in this war.

But there was one person who reaped enormous benefits: Kingpin!

This man is no ordinary person! John, if you don't want everything you've achieved to vanish, I advise you to stay away from Kingpin!

After Winston finished speaking to Zhao Weike in a deep voice, he turned around and left the scene without any hesitation, getting into his own car from the Continental Hotel and leaving the airport.

Watching Winston leave with unwavering resolve, Zhao Weike didn't say much, simply watching him until he was gone.

As the manager of the neutral Continental Hotel, this information should have been internal to the hotel and should never have been leaked to outsiders, yet Winston still told him.

Thinking of the business card Sherlock had just given him, and the conflicted look on Winston's face before he said those words, Zhao Weike could only sigh helplessly once again.

To be honest, Zhao Weike really felt like he was getting old. The world was changing so fast that he, a retired assassin, was already struggling to keep up with the times.

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