Tessa woke up reluctantly from the soft bed. The smooth silk bedding was so comfortable that she wanted to lie there forever. She closed her eyes again, gathering her strength for a moment before resolutely getting up to wash.
Rubbing her hair with a towel, she walked into the living room. The hotel staff had already delivered breakfast, which consisted of delicate bread and pastries. Broli wasn't interested in such food; he'd added a whole baguette and was stuffing two pieces into his mouth simultaneously.
Seeing a table full of pastries she'd only seen on TV, Tessa eagerly sat down and picked up a macaron, taking a blissful bite.
"What's so good about this sugary stuff?"
Broli couldn't understand. He'd rather eat undercooked lizard.
Tessa didn't dare to argue with Broli, just nibbling on the macaron in her hand like a little hamster. In the end, most of the pastries on the table ended up in her stomach.
Because they booked the Royal Suite, the Four Seasons Hotel provided transportation services. Broli chose a less conspicuous Bentley Flying Spur. He first dropped Tessa off at Midtown High School.
Tessa wasn't blinded by vanity. About three hundred meters from Midtown High School, she asked the driver to let her out. She knew she was still the daughter of a poor Texan farmer, and nothing would change because she'd stayed in a five-star hotel for a night.
Riding a Bentley to school might make a group of uninformed girls flatter her for a while, but if she was exposed, she probably wouldn't be able to stay at Midtown High School.
The only thing that could change her future was studying hard.
"To the Continental Hotel."
Broli gave the address of the Continental Hotel. The Continental Hotel wasn't advertised to the public, and few people knew the address.
The Bentley started smoothly. Because it was rush hour, the road was somewhat congested, and it took two hours to reach the Continental Hotel.
The Continental Hotel in New York City was located at a three-way intersection, and from the outside, it looked like a very ordinary star-rated hotel. Tall Roman columns, covered with somewhat worn granite exterior bricks.
"Stop here. You can go back."
Broli put a ten-dollar bill on the seat as a tip, then opened the car door and got out.
Pushing open the hotel's door, he found that the Continental Hotel's decor was completely unlike the ordinary exterior. It was even better than the five-star Four Seasons Hotel.
Gorgeous crystal chandeliers, real wood furniture that gleamed in the light, golden intricate carvings, tall marble statues, and well-dressed attendants.
The people here were obviously familiar with each other. Broli, as a newcomer, walked in like a deer, cluelessly entering a lion's den. Everyone in the hotel lobby looked at him, either subtly, openly, or with murderous intent.
"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, sir. We are only open to members."
The hotel's front desk manager was a black man who spoke politely to Broli.
"I'm here to become a member."
Broli said, taking out a Gold Coin and placing it on the front desk.
"Charon is very honored to serve you, sir." Charon raised an eyebrow, took the Gold Coin, and put it in the drawer. "We haven't had a new member in a long time."
He said, picking up the phone and dialing a number.
"Please follow me, sir."
Charon said, leading Broli through the lobby and into an elevator.
The elevator quickly fell downwards. The Continental Hotel was obviously much larger than it appeared on the surface. Its underground was completely hollowed out, occupying more space than the ground above.
The seventh underground floor was a bar, where many people sat, all dressed elegantly, not like assassins, but more like upper-class gentlemen.
"Mr. Winston, this gentleman wants to join us?"
Charon led Broli to stand in front of a table.
Sitting at the table was an old man with wrinkles all over his face. He was holding a glass of whiskey, sipping it while listening to the pianist's performance on stage.
"Sit down, young man, sit here."
Broli sat down casually.
"Since you brought a Gold Coin, I could actually say nothing and just assign you a task as a test. But as an old man, I still prefer to chat with young people. What's your name, friend?"
Winston snapped his fingers, signaling the attendant to get a glass of brandy for Broli.
"Bruce Wayne."
Broli picked up the brandy and drank it all in one gulp. He tapped the table, signaling the attendant to bring three more steaks. He had originally planned to act like a gentleman, but he hadn't eaten much breakfast, and he couldn't hold out anymore.
Winston's mouth twitched. He was the first person he'd seen who didn't take the Continental Hotel seriously. As an old man with a wealth of experience, he had seen many assassins. Even the most arrogant, the most conceited, and the most murderous assassins would be restrained and on edge after entering the Continental Hotel.
Because when entering the Continental Hotel, newcomers would meet many of their kind. Some weaker than him, some stronger than him, but everything was telling him that he wasn't special. Like a lion hunting a flock of sheep, suddenly discovering that he also had his kind, and a group of lions living on the same grassland.
This was also the reason why the Continental Hotel could continue to operate. There were no rules between lions and sheep, only between lions.
But the Bruce Wayne sitting opposite him gave him a different feeling. He was like a dragon sitting above the sky, overlooking this grassland. The fights and hunts between lions were like games between ants in his eyes.
"I hope you're not just a fool, Mr. Wayne."
Winston picked up his glass and took a sip. If he wasn't a fool, then the future high table would be very troubled.
Broli first tried the knife and fork, and found it was too troublesome. He simply used the fork to spear the whole steak and stuffed it into his mouth. He had already given up on himself. Whatever the Batman's demeanor was, it was more important to fill his stomach.
The steak tasted very good. Even Broli, who didn't have much demand for food, stopped chewing at the moment when the extremely delicious meat juice exploded in his mouth, enjoying the deliciousness.
"Ten more!" Broli finished the steak, and said to Winston while waiting for the food to arrive: "Am I registered now?"
Winston raised a finger, and Charon, standing aside, took out a candy bar phone from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Welcome to the Continental Hotel, Wayne. I hope you can live to retirement."
He said, standing up, ready to change tables. Being old, he really couldn't stand anything greasy.
"Wait a minute, I want to take a mission. Can I only wait for you to send a text message? And what is the test mission? Tell me who to kill, and I'll twist off his head right away."
Winston pointed at Charon, signaling him to deal with Broli. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he asked Broli:
"Mr. Wayne, do you like dogs?"
Broli immediately nodded solemnly.
"I like dog meat very much."
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