Chapter 635: Ignorance is No Excuse

Japan, Tokyo.

Inside a conference room in Ginza, Shangshan Hongci walked in with a gloomy expression.

His base had been blown up, so he had no choice but to rent a business conference room at the Ginza hotel.

At the same time, Shangshan Hongci felt somewhat fortunate; if he had been at the hotel, he likely would not have escaped death.

After chasing out the personnel setting up the equipment, he connected to the line.

A moment later, twelve figures appeared on the screen.

"Gentlemen, I believe everyone knows what has happened," a young, handsome man said to all the Legislators on the other side of the video call.

This guy was called Gramont, the Chief Executive Officer of the High Table organization and one of its core members.

The specific operations of the entire High Table were all executed by him.

Hearing Gramont's words, the expressions of the various Legislators were all very ugly.

Especially the Legislator from New York.

He had known about Chen Jiajun's matter for a long time; he had covered it up back when the Continental Hotel in New York was blown up.

But he hadn't expected that the High Table would provoke such a troublesome guy again.

Shangshan Hongci said directly: "The Continental Hotel in Tokyo, Japan, has been blown up, and the members under my command are dead or wounded."

"The Continental Hotel in Rome is fine for now, but the Adjudicator has returned, and the Legendary Assassin and Elite Assassins sent out all died in Hong Kong."

The old man who was the Rome Legislator took a puff of his Cigar and said indifferently: "Our High Table has not suffered such losses in a long time."

"The Continental Hotel in South Korea was also blown up; this Chen Jiajun... is very unusual!" another Legislator said, frowning.

There was no Legislator status for the South Korea region, and the person in charge was not qualified to attend this meeting.

After all, the ranking system of the Continental Hotel was still very strict.

Gramont said to everyone: "So, what does everyone plan to do next?"

"We must teach him a lesson, otherwise no one will fear our High Table in the future!"

"I agree, and everyone related to this Chen Jiajun should be added to the assassination list."

"Agreed."

"Opposed."

All twelve Legislators expressed their views, and when it was finally Shangshan Hongci's turn, this guy also nodded directly: "I also agree; after all, our blood cannot be shed in vain."

Just as everyone was discussing, a cold voice suddenly came through: "Yo, having a meeting?"

This voice came from Shangshan Hongci's computer, and the other Legislators immediately frowned.

Shangshan Hongci was just about to start cursing, but the next moment, a knife flashing with cold light was pressed against his throat.

Lao E looked at the figure in front of him with a smile and said: "I presume you all are the twelve Legislators of the High Table?"

Gramont asked coldly: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Lao E said with a smile: "Nothing much, it's just that our boss wanted me to give you a gift! Just like this!"

Saying that, Lao E grabbed the terrified Shangshan Hongci and directly slit his throat with the Knife in his hand.

Fresh blood sprayed out instantly, directly staining the lens in front of them bright red.

Although the scene was bloody, the other Legislators were not small-time characters, and they had long since become accustomed to such scenes.

However, the fact that Lao E killed a Legislator right in front of them still couldn't help but make everyone's expressions change.

Lao E elegantly wiped his hands clean, then pushed aside Shangshan Hongci's corpse, stood in front of these people, and said: "Our boss gave instructions: since you were the ones who started this, when it ends is up to us! So, to everyone present, congratulations, you are all on the death list!"

"What a big mouth!" Gramont said coldly to Lao E: "Who do you think you are?"

"Who we are is not important; the most important thing is that we know who you are, isn't it?" Lao E said with a smile: "That Legislator from the United States, next time it will be your turn! Please be prepared!"

After finishing, Lao E left the conference room, departing in a dashing and composed manner.

It was as if the person he had just killed was not a Legislator of the High Table, but merely a chicken.

The conference room was deathly silent, and no one spoke for a long time.

Because these people were accustomed to being high and mighty, they had never been threatened like this to their faces before.

And most importantly, the person threatening them really had the ability to do so.

For example, Shangshan Hongci, who had just been finished off right in front of them.

This guy was a powerful figure within the Yakuza, with several groups working for him.

He even belonged to the upper-middle level among the twelve Legislators. But just like that, he was slaughtered, and a shadow was cast over everyone's hearts.

Especially the Legislator from the United States; he had the urge to curse.

He had absolutely no knowledge of this matter, but Chen Jiajun still counted the debt against him.

Consequently, he said to Gramont with dissatisfaction: "How should this matter be handled? Who can tell me?"

The remaining ten Legislators did not speak, and only Gramont bit the bullet and said: "Rest assured, we will handle this matter well."

"Handle it well?" the Legislator from the United States said coldly: "Just like Shangshan Hongci, killed like a chicken? Now the other party has named me specifically, saying they want revenge on me. I need manpower, top-tier manpower!"

Gramont nodded and said: "We still have a few Blood Oaths in our hands; we can hand them over for you to use first!"

"That would be best! Hmph!" After the United States Legislator finished speaking, he went offline directly.

Now this was great; not only did they fail to discuss how to deal with Chen Jiajun, but they were also given a show of force by Chen Jiajun's people.

Now it could be said that they had almost lost all face.

A moment later, a rugged-looking man spoke up: "What are you afraid of? He dares to assassinate our people, so why wouldn't we dare to do the same? We are an assassination organization!"

"Viggo, you say it easily, why don't you send people?" At this time, another Legislator mocked: "I remember that the last Blood Oath assassin in your hands was let go by you!"

Viggo's expression immediately turned gloomy: "Can't one kill people without being a Blood Oath assassin?"

"That was someone else's territory, don't you remember? One Blood Oath assassin, plus dozens of Elite Assassins, were all killed in Hong Kong without a single one left," the man continued to mock and ridicule: "If the other party hadn't wanted to keep that Adjudicator to bring back a message, the grass on their graves would already be three meters high by now!"

"Suka, say that one more time!" Viggo, in a fit of rage, pointed at the other person and started cursing loudly.

At this moment, a man wearing a turban could no longer hold back; he slapped the table, making a loud sound: "This is not the time for mutual accusations. If this matter is not resolved, it will bring us a huge blow to our reputation."

"So no matter what the result is, we must do it! Lagmond, you come to gather the men; we must teach the other side a profound lesson."

Lagmond nodded and said: "As you wish, Excellency!"

At this time, New York Continental Hotel.

Winston was reading the newspaper as usual when his Butler, Charon, walked in holding a phone: "Winston, your call."

Winston nodded, then picked up the phone and asked: "Who is this?"

The voice of Winston's superior came from the other side of the phone: "Listen, hear me out! The High Table has gotten into big trouble here; you all should be careful of suspicious characters lately." "Bruce, what happened?" Winston said with a puzzled look.

"Remember that Asian who blew up our hotel last time?" Bruce said helplessly: "That's right, the High Table has provoked him again, resulting in the Seoul Continental Hotel in South Korea being blown up, the Tokyo Continental Hotel in Japan being blown up, and Shangshan Hongci, one of the twelve Legislators, was executed right in front of us!"

Winston immediately took off his glasses and said with a serious face: "In other words, it is possible they might make a move on us too?"

"It's not possible!" Bruce said with a bitter smile: "We have been named; the next target of the attack is us! What the hell is this all about!"

Winston was speechless for a moment: "Then what should we do?"

From the last incident, Winston knew that Chen Jiajun was a person who dared to do anything.

It was as if there was nothing in this world that he dared not do.

"You ask me, who do I ask? I've even hired assassins to protect me now!" Bruce said viciously: "If I had known, I shouldn't have..."

"Bruce! Stop saying these things, it's meaningless!" Winston interrupted Bruce: "I will handle it, you just don't go dying on me!"

"Got it, can't you wish me something good for once?" Bruce said helplessly and hung up the phone directly.

Winston looked at the rainy scenery outside the window and said helplessly: "It really is an eventful autumn!"

Charon asked curiously: "What is troubling you so much?"

Winston waved his hand and said: "It won't be peaceful here anymore; you keep an eye out for suspicious characters lately. If you encounter any, notify me immediately."

"Understood, Boss!" Charon nodded and said to Winston.

Winston had originally thought he would have some breathing room to arrange this matter.

But he did not expect that that same afternoon, Charon said a suspicious-looking person had arrived.

"Sir, according to the laws of Niuyue Shi, you cannot drink alcohol in public places." Charon said to the fat man in front of him with a helpless look.

This fat man was naturally Ya Qi, one of Chen Jiajun's subordinates.

Ya Qi glanced at Charon and said irritably: "What nonsense are you spouting? Is this alcohol? This is malt beverage!" As he spoke, Ya Qi took out a Roman Gold Coin, threw it over, and said to Charon: "Less talk, I want a room!"

Seeing this gold coin and then looking at the strange fat man in front of him, Charon immediately notified Winston.

Winston also immediately brought people over.

"Yo?" Ya Qi's eyes narrowed immediately, and he said to Winston: "What is this preparation for?"

Winston said kindly: "Mr. Yaqiluobei, please don't misunderstand, we have no ill intent?"

Ya Qi laughed immediately: "Know me? How do you know me?"

"The CEO of Guojun Security Company, I think it would be hard not to know you!" Winston said with a smile: "I have a bottle of good wine over there, why not drink and chat?"

Hearing the words "good wine," Ya Qi found it hard to walk away.

Moreover, the other party had already recognized his identity and was greeting him with a smile; Ya Qi really couldn't bring himself to strike.

He could only say to Winston: "Then lead the way!"

The two came to a lounge, and Winston had Charon bring up a bottle of good wine.

"62 Dalmore whisky, every drop is worth its weight in gold." Winston poured two glasses and then handed one to Ya Qi.

Smelling the aroma of the whisky, Ya Qi couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

After taking the glass, he tasted it in small sips.

A small glass was finished quickly, and Ya Qi spat out a breath of alcohol with satisfaction.

Winston took this opportunity to say: "My boss told me that they have some misunderstandings with Mr. Chen?"

"It's not a misunderstanding!" Ya Qi waved his hand, too lazy to hide it: "You High Table people set up a Continental Hotel in Hong Kong without permission, and even provoked our boss to his face. The boss doesn't intend to let this matter go easily. He told me to come and blow up your hotel! Said it was to give you a small lesson."

After hearing this, Winston was speechless: "Why choose us?"

"Who told you to provoke our boss last time? Our boss holds a grudge." Ya Qi spread his hands and said.

Winston said helplessly: "But we have never looked for trouble with Mr. Chen since then; there's no need to look for our trouble, right? And I heard you have already blown up two Continental Hotels; can't this appease Mr. Chen's anger?"

"Please tell your boss that we never had any intention of provoking His Excellency. And the last incident was merely an accident!"

Facing Winston's request, Ya Qi also felt a bit embarrassed.

After all, he had just drunk a glass of the other party's rare whisky; turning hostile now probably wouldn't be appropriate.

After pondering for a long time, Ya Qi could only take out his Satellite Phone and dial Chen Jiajun's number.

Then he said to Winston: "You talk to my boss yourself; this is all I can do."

Winston immediately showed a look of joy and then connected the call.

"Hello, Ya Qi, why are you looking for me?" Chen Jiajun's voice came through the receiver.

Winston immediately stated his identity: "Greetings to you, Mr. Chen!"

"So it's you!" Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "It seems Ya Qi hasn't been able to blow up your New York Continental Hotel yet?"

Winston gave a bitter smile: "Mr. Chen, my boss didn't know about this matter; he only found out about it during a meeting yesterday. You Huaxia people have an old saying: 'The ignorant are not guilty.' There's no need to be so persistent about blowing up our hotel!"

Chen Jiajun laughed immediately: "You Gweilo actually understand these things?"

"I have also read 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu for a period of time." Winston said with a smile.

"But your boss is one of the members of the High Table, isn't he?" Chen Jiajun chuckled and said: "Looking for you isn't looking for the wrong person, right!"

"Sigh!" Winston said immediately: "Mr. Chen, you may not know, although the High Table looks mysterious, it is not a monolith; our boss rarely participates in these matters."

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "I've already said what I had to say; I can't go back on my word! How about this, if your boss is still alive tomorrow, I won't blow up the New York Continental Hotel!"

"Huh?" Winston was instantly stunned.

Chen Jiajun was unwilling to waste any more breath on him, so he simply gave Ya Qi a warning and then hung up the phone.

Winston looked at Ya Qi with eager anticipation, and Ya Qi said with a helpless expression, "Now it just depends on whether your Boss has a tough enough life."

That night, inside Bruce's mansion.

It was already late at night, but Bruce still didn't have the slightest bit of sleepiness.

The death of Shangshan Hongci kept appearing in his mind.

After all, he was not a qualified Legislator; his position had been inherited from his father.

In other words, this middle-aged man, Bruce, had never wanted to have any involvement with a killer organization.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Winston quietly cover up the previous incident.

Now that the other party was insistent on making a move, Bruce had no choice but to deploy a few Blood Oath killers available in his household.

These people had all received favors from the elder Bruce to varying degrees, so they had left their Blood Oath Marks in Bruce's family collection.

One mark represented that these killers could help Bruce handle one matter.

And the order Bruce gave them was to protect his own life. (End of chapter)