Chapter 280: 281. Chapter 281: The Continental Hotel

281. Chapter 281: The Continental Hotel

On the other side, inside the Watson Family villa.

Billy had been beaten up severely, and not only did no one in his family help him,

but he was also lectured by his father, Dick Watson.

Dick's mind was currently entirely focused on the campaign for the position of IBM president; he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this son of his who only knew how to cause trouble, and he felt it was actually a good thing that someone had taught him a lesson.

Billy was so angry he left home directly, preparing to find his fair-weather friends to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

As the son of the Watson Family, the people he associated with were similar types of spoiled rich kids.

Seeing that Billy had been soundly thrashed, they first mocked him for a while, then started suggesting bad ideas.

"Why don't we get some gang members to come over and give this Asian guy a taste of his own medicine?"

One of Billy's degenerate friends suggested.

Billy rolled his eyes and said, "Are you a pig? That guy is a client of Citibank; do you think they won't be able to find out it was you?"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Li Zhao said with some hesitation, "But this might require spending quite a bit of money."

"Wow, this thing is so cool." Before Billy could speak, another spoiled kid said directly, "How did you get this? Can you give me one?"

Thompson smiled and said, "This thing isn't money; it represents a kind of contract. If you aren't in this circle, no amount of money can buy it."

At this moment, a spoiled kid wearing a white suit suddenly spoke up: "I do have a way, but I don't know if you have the guts to use it."

"However, the Continental Hotel has many rules, and they only circulate this currency among themselves. So if you don't want to investigate, you can just post a bounty."

In the company's workshop, Li Zhao held a tape recorder the size of a cutting board, looking excited.

As he spoke, this guy suddenly took a gold coin out from his pocket.

A few spoiled kids at most had connections with those gangs, usually just helping to do some dirty work.

But remembering Chen Jiajun's annoying face, a surge of anger burned in Billy's chest.

Billy toyed with the gold coin in his hand and said, "What should I do?"

Li Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Boss."

Thompson enthusiastically introduced: "When the time comes, take the gold coin to the front desk and say you want to find someone who can get things done. Then, just hand over the information on that Asian man to the other party."

Although it was far from what he had envisioned, Chen Jiajun still picked it up and gave it a try.

Upon hearing this, Billy immediately said, "Thompson, what is the method?"

High-end underground forces like assassins were something they didn't have, nor did they dare to contact them casually.

He said to Thompson, "Why wouldn't I dare? It's just an Asian guy; if he dies, he dies. The problem now is that I don't have the connections. Do you guys know how to contact an assassin?"

Hearing Billy's words, the few spoiled kids all shook their heads.

"Are we just going to watch this Asian guy walk away swaggering after beating up Billy? Then the people in our New York circle will become a laughingstock," one spoiled kid said unhappily.

Billy took the gold coin and said, bewildered, "A gold coin, what is the use of this?"

"Very good, just mention whatever materials you lack; don't worry about the money, just get the prototype out first," Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I only have one requirement for you, and that is to continue research and iteration until it is ready for market sales."

"Assassins," Thompson said with a calm expression. "Just hire an assassin to finish off that Asian guy. By then, the person will already be dead; would Citibank really fall out with your Watson Family over such a small matter?"

If he annoyed his old man, he might really have his credit card cut off.

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "Not bad, but it still needs to be smaller, preferably about the size of a palm."

"I said, you don't need to worry about money; you are a researcher," Chen Jiajun waved his hand, acting very wealthy.

"Just tell me how much it costs," the spoiled kid said dismissively.

Li Zhao nodded and said, "This is limited by the materials; if I purchase better materials, I am confident I can shrink it to the size of a palm."

The effect was indeed very good; at the very least, there was no static noise after plugging in the headphones.

Billy looked at the gold coin in his hand, lost in thought.

Although Billy wanted to take fierce revenge on Chen Jiajun, he didn't want to get into any more trouble.

The style of the gold coin was modeled after an ancient Roman gold coin, and it was crafted with extreme detail.

Thompson smiled and said, "It is called an underground organization for a reason; of course, it won't be easily discovered by ordinary people."

Chen Jiajun intended to transform this Tape Recorder Company into a Laboratory, specifically for Li Zhao to research some compact electronic products.

"Boss, the finished product is out, please try it."

It was like a work of art.

Thompson smiled and said, "This is an admission ticket, a currency circulated within a massive assassin organization. With it, you can go to the Continental Hotel to post a bounty mission and send an assassin to assassinate that Asian guy."

Hearing the word "assassin," Billy froze for a moment, appearing somewhat hesitant.

Thompson, however, offered no further explanation; he tossed the gold coin to Billy and then turned to leave.

Thompson shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm stingy; I don't have many of these myself. If I hadn't seen Billy beaten into this state, I wouldn't have been willing to take it out."

"A contract?" Hearing Thompson's words, the group became even more interested.

"The Continental Hotel? I think I've seen this hotel before; it's also an assassin organization?" Billy said with a look of surprise.

But Thompson just smiled and said, "Since I brought it up, I naturally have a way."

Afterward, he said to Ao En, "We've been working together for so long, do you have any thoughts?"

Ao En rubbed the back of his head and said, "Human technology is indeed very exquisite; without magic to drive it, many techniques must be used as substitutes. For me, I still need to study for a while."

"It doesn't matter, there is plenty of time," Chen Jiajun said with a smile. "However, is everything alright at the factory?"

Ao En smiled and said, "Of course there's no problem, Boss, look."

As he spoke, Ao En opened his hand and took out a small model.

This thing moved directly between Ao En's palms, and its movements were very flexible.

Ao En said proudly, "This is a repair robot I modified; I only used very simple materials. If there are enough materials, a fully automated factory would be no problem at all."

"Very good, after returning to Brunei, start up your repair factory," Chen Jiajun appeared very happy.

Before, he was worrying about a lack of labor, but now with the small robots, this problem was solved instantly.

When the time comes, he only needs to poach some skilled workers; everything else can be left to Ao En's robots to resolve.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun could not help but feel great.

Having handled matters here in the United States, Chen Jiajun planned to take a flight back tonight.

Cao Weicai's plan implementation requires some time, Li Zhao's research also requires time, and Intel's transformation also requires time.

When he comes to the United States next time, it will be time for the harvest.

Just as Chen Jiajun was thinking, Bai Lu, who was driving, suddenly said, "Boss, it seems someone is following us."

"Hmm?" Chen Jiajun paused for a moment, then looked toward the back.

He discovered that there was indeed a car following behind Chen Jiajun.

The car was a black Lexus, and no matter how many times Bai Lu changed direction, this car stuck to them tightly and would not let go.

At a glance, he knew it was specifically aimed at them.

"Interesting." Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "It seems we've been targeted."

"Careful." Bai Lu, who had been keeping an eye on the car behind, suddenly saw a gun barrel poke out from the car window and directly unleash a wave of gunfire at their vehicle.

"Rat-tat-tat." Bullets hit the rear of the car as densely as raindrops, instantly shattering the rear window.

"It's a killer."

Bai Lu's expression turned grim; she held the steering wheel with one hand while firing back with the other.

However, what was unexpected was that the opponent's vehicle seemed to be custom-made.

No matter how accurate Bai Lu's marksmanship was, it was useless if she couldn't hit anyone.

With insufficient firepower, plus the fact that Bai Lu's driving skills weren't enough to shake off the opponent.

They fell into the awkward situation of being passively beaten.

Without tough guys like Lao Niu or Lao Yu, the situation of getting out of the car would become very awkward.

But just at this moment, Ao En gave a sinister smile: "Boss, don't worry, leave it to me."

Chen Jiajun paused: "You have a way?"

Ao En smiled proudly and said: "Of course, I can blow them sky-high."

"Stop talking nonsense and use your trick if you have one. The car can't hold on much longer," Bai Lu said helplessly.

Ao En had Bai Lu stop the car, then pulled a large handful of self-made micro-robots from his pocket and scattered them directly.

After those robots landed, they scurried toward the Lexus behind and drilled directly into the chassis.

Then, they heard Ao En give a hehe laugh and spit out an onomatopoeia: "Kaboom."

Then, a flash of fire lit up at the chassis of the vehicle, followed by a violent explosion.

The shockwave of the explosion flipped the car over directly, and it smashed heavily onto the ground.

Even if this car had been modified to be bulletproof, it couldn't be explosion-proof.

These robots could actually self-destruct.

Ao En smiled at Chen Jiajun and said: "Look, isn't it settled?"

Bai Lu complained irritably: "You should have taken this thing out sooner."

Ao En spread his hands helplessly and said: "I didn't have enough materials; I've already taken out all my stock."

Chen Jiajun interrupted their conversation and said: "Alright, stop bickering, let's see who these killers actually are."

Saying this, Chen Jiajun pushed open the car door and walked down.

Bai Lu and Ao En hurried to follow, arriving beside the Lexus.

At this time, the car door had already been opened, and a killer covered in blood crawled out with difficulty.

Bai Lu stepped on the killer and pressed her gun muzzle against the opponent's head, saying: "Who are you people, and why are you attacking us?"

The killer kept spitting out blood and fragments of internal organs; the shockwave from the explosion just now had already shredded his internal organs, and he clearly wouldn't live much longer.

This killer was also very tough; he gave a weird, mocking laugh at Bai Lu and said: "Once you've been targeted by the Continental Hotel, your lives have entered a countdown."

This seemingly threatening sentence left Bai Lu feeling confused.

But Chen Jiajun's brow had already furrowed: "A killer from the High Table?"

"So you know. *Cough cough* Pray. The next batch of killers will be here soon." After the killer finished speaking, he simply breathed his last.

Bai Lu saw Chen Jiajun's expression and asked curiously: "Boss, what are this Continental Hotel and High Table?"

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "A killer organization, and a very ancient one at that. The Continental Hotel has branches all over the world, which means their killer business covers the entire globe."

"Oh? That powerful?" Bai Lu became interested at once.

Chen Jiajun looked coldly at these killers and said: "It seems someone put my name on a bounty at the Continental Hotel. Very well, they've got guts."

"Boss, let's just go and blow that so-called Continental Hotel sky-high," Ao En said with an excited look.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "No rush, but we will indeed go and meet this legendary organization."

On the other side, the Continental Hotel in New York.

There were very few customers today; the manager Winston found a seat, sat down, and quietly drank whiskey while reading a book.

With his refined appearance, it was hard to associate him with the management of a killer organization.

He had only turned two pages of the book when an employee walked over and whispered to Winston: "Mr. Winston, something has happened."

Winston continued to look at his book, his face showing no fluctuation at all: "What is it?"

"There was a bit of trouble with an order today. Those guys launched an operation on the highway next to Kennedy Airport and caused quite a stir," the subordinate reported.

Winston said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, someone will naturally go and clean up the trouble."

"But the target is unharmed, and is heading directly toward our hotel," the subordinate hesitated for a moment before saying to Winston.

Hearing this, Winston put down the book in his hand, looked at the subordinate, and said: "Are you sure they are coming directly to our hotel?"

The subordinate nodded: "Two men and one woman; one of them is the primary target, and the woman is the secondary target."

"Interesting. They must be people active in the underworld, otherwise they wouldn't know of our existence. It seems this client has provoked someone they shouldn't have," Winston said with a smile. "Go prepare a bottle of my prized vintage. I am going to receive a guest."

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, then nodded and went off to prepare it.

When Chen Jiajun arrived at the Continental Hotel with Bai Lu and Ao En, there were no other guests there.

A greeter in a high-end suit, a Black man named Charon, stood straight as if waiting for a guest.

"You must be Mr. Chen, right? Our manager knows you are coming and is already waiting for you." Charon made a very elegant gesture of invitation.

Chen Jiajun suddenly laughed: "You really are omnipotent."

Chen Jiajun was not surprised that the Continental Hotel could track his arrival.

After all, New York was their turf; it was normal for them to be the first to know when something happened.

If it were in Hong Kong, it would be the same logic.

Under Charon's guidance, Chen Jiajun and his party soon arrived at the rooftop garden.

Although the Continental Hotel didn't have much fame, the decor here was exceptionally luxurious.

As expected of a very ancient assassin organization, even a single branch was this wealthy and imposing.

The garden had been designed by a specialist; it was eye-catching without appearing vulgar.

In the center of the garden, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was reading a book. Charon coughed lightly, which finally drew the attention of Winston, who was reading, toward the group.

Winston appeared very enthusiastic: "You must be Mr. Chen. Please, sit."

Chen Jiajun sat down swaggeringly, while Bai Lu and Ao En stood by his side.

Chen Jiajun took out a Cigar, lit it nonchalantly, and said to Winston: "You seem to have known I was coming?"

Winston smiled and said: "Being assassinated—anyone would be angry."

"So, are you prepared to endure my wrath?" Chen Jiajun narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

Winston smiled and waved his hand: "We are just a platform; it's not my turn to be the one you're looking for trouble with."

Chen Jiajun sneered: "That means you are prepared to tell me who paid to assassinate me?"

"That, of course, is also impossible," Winston said with a smile.

Chen Jiajun's expression suddenly sank: "Then what do you want to say?"

"My responsibility is to inform you, Mr. Chen, of the rules of the Continental Hotel," Winston said with a relaxed face. "For every ignorant person, we at the Continental Hotel provide some reminders to avoid them doing anything irrational."

"Then I would like to hear it."

Chen Jiajun laughed, and he laughed very happily.

But Bai Lu and Ao En, who were familiar with Chen Jiajun, knew that their boss was angry.

Usually, when the boss was about to kill someone, he would show this expression.

Winston didn't notice it at all and continued on his own: "The Continental Hotel is an organization with a long history; we are absolutely neutral. We only accept business and provide services."

"Our influence is beyond what you can imagine, and our connections are beyond what you can understand. So, whenever a client full of rage comes to us, I always offer some advice beforehand to avoid any irreparable incidents."

Chen Jiajun scoffed and said: "In other words, to use our Huaxia saying, 'punishing without teaching' is wrong?"

Winston switched directly to Cantonese: "Exactly, that is what it means."

Chen Jiajun heard something so funny that he even kept slapping the table.

Winston just watched Chen Jiajun quietly without speaking.

When Chen Jiajun had laughed enough, the smile on his face suddenly vanished, becoming incomparably cold, and his tone carried a bone-chilling frost as he said: "So, are you f*cking threatening me?"

Winston said indifferently: "You can understand it that way if you like."

Chen Jiajun nodded, returned to his previous calm demeanor, relit his extinguished Cigar, and looked around: "Let me ask you a question: what is the construction cost of the New York Continental Hotel?"

"Why are you curious about this?" Winston said, somewhat surprised.

"I'm wondering how much of a loss would make you feel the pain," Chen Jiajun said, crossing his legs and speaking rapidly. "Is it one, two, three, or the entire families of those High Table members being blown to the sky?"

Hearing Chen Jiajun mention the High Table, Winston's brow immediately furrowed: "Mr. Chen seems to know a lot?"

Chen Jiajun said disdainfully: "Wrapping yourselves in such mystery is just to bluff those who don't know the truth. Do you really think you are that mysterious?"

Then Chen Jiajun snapped his fingers: "Ao En."

Ao En understood and gave a ferocious grin at Winston.

Then, downstairs in the hotel, a series of explosions rang out.

The sound of the explosions immediately caused a change in the expression that had been as calm as an ancient well.

After the explosions ceased, a massive crack appeared, centered exactly between the two of them.

It tore the table in front of them into two halves.

"What did you do?" Winston said to Chen Jiajun with an ugly expression.

Chen Jiajun brushed the dust off his body, threw the nearly finished Cigar in front of Winston, and said viciously: "Coincidentally, I came here to give you a warning too. If you f*cking dare to provoke me again, I will blow up your hotel and blow up that High Table of yours."

Watching Chen Jiajun leave swaggeringly with his subordinates, Winston said nothing and did nothing.

After Chen Jiajun left the Continental Hotel, Charon said softly: "Winston, should we..."

Before he could finish, Winston raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

Instead, he turned and asked: "Did those three leave your sight just now?"

Charon shook his head: "They didn't linger; they followed me straight upstairs."

"Then did you discover anyone sneaking in?" Winston asked again.

Charon asked in a low voice through his earpiece, then said to Winston: "The security department hasn't found any abnormalities."

Hearing Charon's words, Winston's expression became even more solemn.

After a moment of silence, Winston said to Charon: "On my order, cancel the contract regarding Chen Jiajun."

"Ah?" Charon's mouth immediately fell open.

Because ever since he joined the Continental Hotel so many years ago, he had seen quite a few instances of orders being cancelled.

However, usually in such situations, it was because the employer had been killed and could not pay, leading to the cancellation of the order.

But a voluntary cancellation—this was the first time.

"Do you have a problem?" Winston said expressionlessly.

Charon hurriedly said, "Sir, then how should we explain this to the client?"

"Just say the information is incomplete and the target's value is far more than one million dollars. So give him two choices: either pay more, and I will have a Legendary Assassin do this job, or we give him a full refund."

Winston said indifferently.

Charon nodded, then prepared to go down and get to work.

Just as he turned around, Winston called him back again, though his tone was somewhat helpless: "Ask people from a construction company to come over, calculate the hotel's losses, and provide a repair plan."

"Uh, I understand, sir." Charon said, speechless for a moment.

On the way back, Bai Lu curiously asked Chen Jiajun, "Boss, don't you want to ask who did it?"

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "How long have we been in the United States? Who could we have offended?"

Bai Lu immediately thought of that punchable rich second-generation: "Are you talking about someone from the Watson Family?"

"It's highly likely." Chen Jiajun stroked his chin and said, "But I always feel that this Billy shouldn't have had the opportunity to come into contact with matters at this level."

Bai Lu also nodded and said, "The Watson Family is, after all, a prestigious family in the United States. Usually, if they want to do something shady, they would definitely tend to use their own bodyguards, thugs, and the like. Hiring an assassin is indeed not the style of the wealthy here."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "I'm curious, who let this idiot come into contact with the Continental Hotel? From this incident, I sense a thick malice."

Bai Lu shook her head and said, "It's not easy to investigate here. We are, after all, outsiders."

Chen Jiajun also nodded quite regretfully: "Yeah."

Ao En interjected at this moment: "Are we just going to let this matter go?"

Chen Jiajun sneered: "Let it go? How is that possible. Ao En, do you still have any self-destruct robots?"

Ao En nodded, took one out and handed it to Chen Jiajun, saying with an excited look on his face, "Are we going to blow the Watson Family to pieces?"

Chen Jiajun said irritably, "Have you unlocked some strange hobby? Don't go around blowing things to pieces; we are still in the United States. If we really blew it up, the United States would go crazy trying to come after us."

"Then what do you want the self-destruct robot for?" Ao En asked, scratching his head.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "Courtesy demands reciprocity, after all. For a rich second-generation who lacks an education, I'll help his father teach him a good lesson." (End of chapter)