Chapter 240 I really want to taste what it feels like to be judged

Chapter 240 I really want to taste what it feels like to be judged

Half an hour later.

Xu Zhengyang and others returned to the hotel with serious expressions. At this time, Zheng Jirong was on the sofa with his back to them, watching the surveillance video of the tourists being safely received by the police station.

Li Xiangdong walked quickly to him, bent down and whispered: "Boss, one of the women's men escaped."

"Haha", Zheng Jirong patted him on the shoulder nonchalantly and said with a smile: "I think the one who escapes will be more afraid of us than those dead people."

"Don't think too much, I'm very satisfied with your actions this time."

At this time, Jaina also walked in from the door. Ever since she saw on the camera that almost all of her men were wiped out, this woman's face had always been very ugly. After seeing John Wick being stabbed and escaping from the crack in the wall, She quickly went out and made a phone call, most likely sending someone to rescue John.

In Zheng Jirong's eyes, John Wick may not be anything. After all, he can catch up with this night demon killer in his hands, but in the eyes of others, it is different. Hehe, a legendary killer.

Gianna first glanced at Xu Zhengyang coldly, then as if nothing happened, she said with a smile: "You win this game, don't forget the bet between us."

Zheng Jirong shrugged and was about to go back when he suddenly thought of something. He turned to Jaina and said, "I am very interested in the games you are thinking about, but I think it would be a bit boring to use ordinary people as players."

"What do you mean?" Jaina tilted her head and asked.

"Death row prisoner, gangster scum, child abuser, perverted murderer"

After Zheng Jirong finished speaking, he smiled and said: "Compared to ordinary people, I prefer to watch these scum collapse and despair before they die."

"I will return to Hong Kong Island in half a month. I hope you can arrange a good show for me before I leave."

"Hahaha", Gianna grinned and said: "I know that you and I are the same kind of people. Don't worry, I will send people to search for these scum as soon as possible. After I catch them all, I will send the first I’ll contact you when the time comes.”

"You have the final say how you play."

Zheng Jirong left with satisfaction after hearing this.

He is indeed interested in these games designed by Jaina, but those tourists are innocent. Watching ordinary people being killed will not stimulate his senses at all, but the scum he just listed are not among them. .

These scumbags are killing each other for a way to survive, but after killing everyone, the victor's expression must be very beautiful when he realizes that he still cannot escape death.

The next evening.

Outside a manor in the suburbs of Boston.

Anderson, who was sitting in the driver's seat, explained: "I'm really sorry for Director Zheng. The elder's rule is that you can only go alone for each meeting."

Zheng Jirong nodded expressionlessly. Anderson told him dozens of minutes ago that the elder had finished what he was doing and wanted to meet him at home, but Zheng Jirong could only go there alone and could not bring any of his subordinates with him.

He cast his sight out the window. The gate of this manor was solid and heavy, made of huge iron bars, with a simple and mysterious family crest inlaid on it. And along the perimeter of the manor, there was a deep trench with steep walls and cloth. Full of thorns.

He stepped out of the car and slowly walked into the manor under the guidance of the butler at the door.

Zheng Jirong glanced casually, and there were guards watching him vigilantly in every corner of the manor. These people were wearing uniforms, with short guns and daggers hanging on their waists, and their eyes were as bright as fire, not missing any suspicious movement.

Every three steps, one pause, five steps, one whistle. They are like a solid barrier, guarding the safety of their master.

Seeing all this, Zheng Jirong couldn't help but frowned. Something seemed wrong with the situation of this High Table elder.

A few minutes later.

Zheng Jirong met the elder, the supreme leader of the High Table, an Arab-looking man in his forties who was in his prime.

He was standing beside the long dining table, looking at Zheng Jirong with a smile, "You came much earlier than I expected."

"Yeah?"

Zheng Jirong walked up to him and said calmly: "Then do you know that you showed up later than I expected. I have been waiting for you for three full days."

"The incident happened suddenly." After the elder invited Zheng Jirong to take a seat, he continued: "Mr. Zheng, don't be offended. I had some other matters to deal with some time ago."

Zheng Jirong turned over the squab in front of him with a knife and fork, and asked casually: "Can't you tell me what it is?"

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Although he was a little surprised by his familiarity, the elder did not hesitate too much and said directly: "Treasure map."

Zheng Jirong looked at the elder in confusion and said, "I think with your status, you should not be short of money."

"That is not an ordinary gold and silver treasure, but a large amount of war savings left by the country under our feet during the War of Independence. It is the treasure of the Knights Templar. Its value cannot be measured by money."

Zheng Jirong narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. The treasure of the Knights Templar

Why does this sound so familiar? It seems like it's from some movie.

He picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and asked casually: "Found it?"

"No, but soon."

The elder replied: "I have found the final clue, and with the joint research of history doctors from many famous schools here in Boston, I think I will be able to find this Knights Templar treasure soon."

He looked at Zheng Jirong, raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Think about it, what kind of expressions will their people have after I discover and empty out the greatest treasure left by the founding fathers of this country, hahahaha."

Zheng Jirong was secretly surprised when he heard this. Listening to his words, it seemed that this guy was not very good at dealing with America. However, after seeing the elder's authentic white flag dress, everything made sense.

He shrugged, raised his glass to the elder and said, "Although this is our first meeting, I admire your honesty, elder."

The elder smiled and took a sip of the red wine in his hand, and then said: "To be honest, I personally admire you, Mr. Zheng. Your experience is legendary."

"Thank you for the compliment." After Zheng Jirong nodded and smiled, he went straight to the point: "Elder, I don't think there is any need to say more. Let's talk about the Hong Kong Island Continental Hotel."

"Of course, I wonder, Mr. Zheng, have you chosen a good place?"

"The address has been chosen." Zheng Jirong nodded, and then said with a bit of embarrassment: "It's just..."

Seeing his hesitant look, the elder asked curiously: "If you have any difficulties, please speak up."

Zheng Jirong smiled and said directly: "I think you also know, elder, that Hong Kong Island is a very small city. Its area is only a few thousand square kilometers, but on such a small island, there are nearly a thousand people living there. With a population of 10,000, the most valuable thing on Hong Kong Island is land.”

"In such a place where every inch of land is at a premium, the amount of investment required to build a Continental Hotel that can compete with any five-star hotel in the world is astronomical."

He spread his hands and said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Hahahaha", after hearing what he said, the elder laughed and shook the wine glass in his hand. He pointed at Zheng Jirong and said: "So you are here to ask for money. Mr. Zheng, you really think too much. The Continental Hotel is You only need to help take care of the subordinate organizations of the High Table, and you don’t need to worry about other things.”

Zheng Jirong raised his eyebrows when he heard this and said, "You mean, although this hotel is built on my site, it is not under my control?"

"Of course, but you don't have to worry, because you are a member of our board of directors, and the hotel is still built on your site, so you will have 5% of the shares, but you cannot interfere in all affairs in the hotel, otherwise"

The elder said calmly: "The judge will come to find you. Believe me, the situation then will not be what you want to see."

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Zheng Jirong dropped the knife and fork in his hand on the dinner plate. He wiped his hands with a napkin expressionlessly and said, "Then I don't think we need to talk anymore. Let's see you again in the future."

"Wait a minute, what are you doing in such a hurry, Mr. Zheng? If you have any needs, you can tell me. If it's not excessive, I can grant it to you on behalf of the council."

Zheng Jirong looked at the sincere expression of the elder opposite and said calmly: "I want half of the hotel shares. I have to arrange all the manpower in the hotel. I have to set all the rules in the store."

The elder's face instantly darkened when he heard this, and he said solemnly: "If this is the case, this hotel will no longer belong to the high table, but will belong to you."

"You can send supervisors here," Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said, "I welcome you to supervise us. Of course, if the High Table feels that I have violated any rules, it doesn't matter if you send a few of the judges you call here."

He looked at the elder, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I really want to taste what it's like to be judged. I hope your people won't let me down."

After the elder was silent for a while, he said: "You and Lian Sheng are not the only ones in Asia. Just a few days before you came to Boston, Japan and Seoul..."

"You fart!"

Zheng Jirong shouted to end what he was about to say, then took out his mobile phone and threw it in front of the elder. He pointed at the mobile phone and said: "You call the gangs in Seoul and Tokyo now and tell them that you and I have broken down." So now you want to build a Continental Hotel on their land, see if they dare to agree to it!"

"You are stupid, you still want to bluff me?!"

At this time, a large group of bodyguards armed with various standard weapons burst open the door and slowly surrounded Zheng Jirong with guns drawn. After they heard Zheng Jirong's shouts and curses, they immediately rushed from every corner of the manor. come over.

After Zheng Jirong looked around, he smiled disdainfully. He looked at the elder and said, "If you have the ability, let them shoot. Do you dare?"

After a few seconds.

Under Zheng Jirong's gaze, the elder suddenly grinned and said with a big smile: "Hahaha, it seems I didn't see the wrong person this time, you all get out!"

After everyone exited the hall without knowing why.

The elder threw a cigar to Zheng Jirong, smiled at him and said, "Mr. Zheng, just treat what happened just now as a joke. Now, let's talk about other things."