"Need my help?"
Leo drained his juice and looked seriously at the middle-aged man in front of him.
When he first discovered the Continental Hotel, Leo had realized that this world had also incorporated the worldview of John Wick.
And John Wick was the protagonist of this storyline.
For the sake of a dog, first killing the mafia, then taking on organized crime, and finally almost bringing down the High Table that the Continental Hotel was subordinate to.
You could mess with John Wick, but you couldn't touch his dog.
If this were just an ordinary world, Leo believed that with the protagonist's aura and those human-limit killing skills.
John could face the High Table and still come out unscathed.
But this was a fusion world. Even without mutants, there were always various strange people who gained inhuman power through various strange methods.
The poor relied on mutation, the rich relied on technology.
Who knew if the Russian gang John had provoked had any trump cards up their sleeves.
"I appreciate your kindness, Pai."
John Wick shook his head, his eyes full of melancholy and weariness: "But this is my personal matter. I must finish it with my own hands."
You take my dog's life, I take your dog's life.
In this matter, John wouldn't let others handle it for him.
"Alright then. If you encounter danger, come to my house. You should still remember the address."
"Of course."
John raised his glass in thanks, then drained it in one gulp. After savoring it for a moment, he said with some worry:
"The biggest problem now is leads. Perkins is dead, and I can't find Viggo and his worthless son."
"What's the rush? The person bringing leads has already arrived."
Leo snapped his fingers: "Waiter, another orange juice."
"Put it on my tab. From now on, all of Mr. Tao Pai Pai's consumption at the bar will be covered by me, as a small token of apology for tonight's unpleasantness."
An elderly voice came from behind. The old man sat down next to John, raising his glass to clink with his.
"Mr. Wick, I didn't expect to see you again after four years."
"Good to see you again, Winston."
The newcomer was indeed Winston, the manager of the New York Continental Hotel.
Leo nudged his mouth: "There's your intelligence deliverer."
Winston smiled slightly: "Indeed. Perkins did something excessive. Even though she's already paid the price, it's still the Continental Hotel's negligence."
"Please accept this small piece of intelligence, Mr. Wick."
He took out a piece of paper and placed it on the bar. When John opened it and saw the address, his expression relaxed considerably.
"Thanks, Winston."
"Pai, I'm going back to my room first. You chat with Winston. I'll visit you after I deal with my injury."
Leo waved his hand, watching John leave.
This bar area was left with just him and Winston, with the waitstaff having quietly withdrawn at some point.
"Old man, how have you been considering what I told you last time?"
"Give me information on a few High Table seat holders, I'll go take them out, then you move up and work for me."
Being an assassin could only earn so much money. Leo had read Das Kapital.
Be the boss! Go exploit!
That's how you make real money!
Once the Winston he supported gained a High Table seat, then step by step devoured more territory and eventually took the entire High Table for himself.
That would be the real way to make money.
What? You ask why Leo didn't do it himself?
He was a Saiyan—how could he do such lowly work?
Even if he did it, he couldn't let others know, or it would be too embarrassing if word got out.
Winston smiled bitterly.
This wasn't the first time Leo had tried to convince him.
"Pai, may I call you that?"
"Although I desire that position, I can't betray the High Table. That would violate the rules."
"You know, in the dark world, the most important thing is following the rules."
"Without rules, what difference is there between humans and beasts?"
Leo snorted disdainfully.
That was them.
Perhaps when facing big shots like the Ancient One, he had to keep his tail between his legs.
Oh wait, he didn't have a tail anymore.
But aside from those hermit mages in the snowy mountains he didn't dare casually provoke, the dark world Winston spoke of had no existence that could threaten him.
This old man was partly cowardly, partly thinking he might not have such power.
After pondering for a moment, Winston said: "I heard you took the Vladimir brothers' mission."
"How about this—as long as you complete the mission and come out unscathed, I can reveal some things, as a friend."
Winston knew the Russian brothers had very complex backing, involving two of New York's underground power brokers.
If Leo could still be safe after that, then he truly had the ability to be his boss.
"Then it's a deal."
Leo stood up, tossing out a coin as a tip.
"Since you're here, come with me to the equipment department. Those guys always hide their good stuff."
Winston also stood up.
"It's because your requirements are too high. But there have been some breakthroughs recently that should meet your needs."
Two hours later, Leo left the Continental Hotel with great satisfaction.
He had indeed gained something—two brand new wrist guards, same size but weighing four hundred pounds each.
Plus a vest weighing over a thousand pounds.
When he put them on and jumped around like nothing happened, not only the equipment department staff but even Winston was shocked.
It had to be said, this world's black technology was impressive.
With several thousand pounds of weight on his body, Leo finally felt his body wasn't so light anymore, which could sustain him for a while.
As for the mission, he planned to do it tomorrow night.
The most important task now was to go home and sleep, otherwise once Gwen checked on him tomorrow and found him sleeping in a hotel.
That would definitely be more terrifying than fighting Thanos.