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"Oh?" Morin was a little curious. "Who is it?"
Winston smiled. "Yesterday, a gentleman of distinguished status checked into the New York Continental Hotel.
What's more interesting is that his name is... Sloan Kenway. And a little while ago, I received a call from the High Table saying that someone will be coming to escort him out tomorrow."
"That is indeed very interesting," Morin said, raising an eyebrow.
"But there's no need to go to all that trouble. If he wants to leave, let him leave."
"It's a good way for him to deliver a message to the Elders of the High Table. We'll settle the score with them all at the end. It's not the time for you to be exposed, Mr. Winston. Continue to do what you're supposed to be doing. I'll let you know when I need your cooperation."
"Of course," Winston nodded.
"Then," Morin said, pulling out a piece of paper and a cross. "Due to the current funding issues of the Temple Knights, the initiation ceremony will be simplified for now. This is the Temple Knights' tenet, and this is the initiation gift... I'll hold a grand ceremony for you later, I promise!"
Winston looked at the piece of paper, which was clearly hastily torn from a notebook and covered in handwriting, and the low-quality cross. Suddenly, a feeling of regret washed over him.
Had he been too quick to agree?
"Ding-a-ling!"
Just then, Winston's and Morin's phones both made a notification sound.
The two of them exchanged a glance, picked up their phones, and checked the message.
This kind of situation, this sound, could only mean one thing a massive bounty!
"The chairman of the Eyre Group, with a bounty of eight million dollars?"
Winston said with emotion, "That's a huge fortune, but... Mr. Morin, if I remember correctly, isn't this the person who gave you an independent mission?"
"Yes," Morin nodded. "If I'm not mistaken..."
Before Morin could finish his sentence, a phone call came in.
"Mr. Morin?" Morin answered the phone and put it to his ear. Eyre's voice came through immediately.
"I'm here, Mr. Eyre. You're very fast," Morin laughed. "Your
name was just posted on the bounty board, and within two seconds, you're already calling?"
"I can't help it; it's a matter of life and death," Eyre's voice was first a mix of laughter and tears, then it became formal and serious.
"Then... Mr. Temple Knight, in order to uphold righteous order, are you willing to accept the sixteen million dollar reward I'm offering to protect me and punish those who disrupt order?"
The fact that the speech was so smooth and professional made Morin believe that Eyre had planned it beforehand.
Honestly, Morin thought Eyre was someone he could try to recruit and train for the Temple Knights' public relations department.
He was too good at this!
"Since you've put it that way, even if I wanted to say no, my righteous heart would never allow it," Morin said in a solemn and serious voice.
"I'll be right there; you don't need to panic!"
"That would be perfect. I'll be waiting for your arrival!"
After hanging up, Morin looked at the dumbfounded Winston and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing..." Winston quickly pulled out his phone and called the concierge, Charon.
"Tell our people not to accept that eight-million-dollar bounty!"
After being the Continental Hotel manager for so many
years, Winston had naturally amassed a group of loyal assassins.
He didn't want his subordinates to accept this mission and then get wiped out by Morin.
Wouldn't that be a case of the family fighting among themselves?
As for the other assassins... what did he care about them?
"You've reached an agreement with Mr. Eyre?" Winston
asked after he finished the call.
"Yes," Morin nodded, walking towards the door. "And, this is also the best opportunity for our Temple Knights to formally announce our return to the world!"
...
Meanwhile.
"What?"
Inside the conference room, the men looked at each other.
They were the CEOs of the pharmaceutical companies who were forced into a corner by the drop in Eyre Group's drug prices and had chosen to become affiliates of the High Table in order to get the right to place a bounty on Eyre.
They were gathered together, ready to hold a celebration banquet after the mission was completed and discuss how to divide up the distribution channels monopolized by the Eyre Group.
However, just as they enthusiastically finished dividing everything up, they received a call from the Continental Hotel.
"Why didn't they succeed?" one of the CEOs asked.
"Shouldn't this be their mistake?"
"The Continental Hotel doesn't reason with us. If a certain number of their people are lost, they'll demand we pay more," said the CEO who took the call.
"In just thirty minutes, the New York Continental Hotel has lost twenty percent of its assassins. This is a price they can't afford, so they're demanding we increase the bounty."
"...How much do they want us to add?" another CEO asked with a frown.
"Ten million dollars, and it's likely to increase even more after that..."
"How is that possible? We don't have that much liquid capital!"
"They don't care about that..."
"Alright, since we've already gone down this path and the consequences are this severe, we can't just back out now," a CEO said.
"Everyone, sell some assets and prepare to..."
"Knock, knock, knock!"
As they were talking, the conference room door was knocked on. A subordinate announced, "A representative from the High Table has arrived."
"The High Table!"
The CEOs' faces suddenly turned ashen.
Not only had the Continental Hotel come, but the High Table had sent a representative as well!
One could only imagine the gravity of the situation.
After a moment, an elegant representative in high heels entered the room.
"I am a High Table adjudicator," the representative said in a cold voice.
"Due to your direct actions, the registered assassins of the New York Continental Hotel have suffered over twenty percent losses."
"This wasn't our fault. It was the Continental Hotel's incompetence, and the Continental Hotel has already..." one of the CEOs began to argue.
"I am not here to negotiate with you, gentlemen. I am here to announce the verdict," the representative said, glancing around the room.
"The Eye of the Hawk, and the Continental Hotel will all face their due judgment, but before that, it's yours."
"Prepare to pack your things. Forty percent of all your companies' assets will be handed over to the High Table as compensation for this huge loss. The deadline is within ten days."
"To reiterate, gentlemen, this is not a negotiation."
The adjudicator put the contract down, turned, and left.
"It is a judgment."
...
The adjudicator got into her special car and was about to leave to complete her remaining tasks when a bullet stopped her.
A bulletproof window was nothing more than a thin sheet of paper against an armor-piercing round. The driver lay slumped in the driver's seat, blood flowing from the hole that had suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.
The adjudicator sat still in her seat, motionless, her face pale with shock.
The climax of the Temple Knights' debut had only just begun!
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