"Cough, cough. The Continental Hotel sends out its bounty notifications via text message to every assassin's phone. Of course, as a newcomer, Mr. Wayne, you can check previous bounties in the hotel lobby," Charon explained to Broly, a little helplessly.
"As for the trial mission, it's just a customary practice. Mr. Wayne, you only need to choose a bounty and complete it."
The trial missions weren't difficult. The Continental Hotel received nearly twenty bounties a day, and most of the targets weren't too hard to hunt.
Broly had eaten over ten steaks and ordered a Sherry to help with the richness.
"Can I put what I just ordered on Winston's tab?"
Charon's face fell. He didn't dare put the bill for those ten-plus steaks on Winston's tab and could only grit his teeth and go to the counter to pay.
With some food in his stomach, Broly could finally put on the airs of a wealthy young master. With his Isaiah's eyes, ears, and martial talent, he only glanced around and absorbed the actions of everyone present, instantly mastering these so-called aristocratic manners.
He elegantly swirled his Sherry and took a sip.
"A very nice Manzanilla dry Sherry, the origin should be Sanlúcar. Because of the salt and humidity brought by the sea breeze, the wine quality is tighter and more delicate than other Sherries. This rich sweetness is very suitable for drinking after a meal."
He repeated the tasting notes of the woman sitting three rows away, and combined with his handsome, dashing, and unrestrained appearance, he actually shocked Charon.
But Charon quickly reacted. Damn it, can you wait until the stack of plates on the table is cleared before you start showing off? You're completely out of place right now.
"Mr. Wayne, let's go and get your trial mission first. Those easier tasks are always snatched up as soon as they're released. You might consider staying at the Continental Hotel for a few nights, and I'll notify you immediately if a suitable mission appears," he said to Broly.
As the lobby manager of the Continental Hotel, Charon was a smooth talker, able to chat with even the most difficult assassins. Moreover, newcomers were the easiest to invest in, and Charon didn't hesitate to spend money and provide services to build relationships with them.
This was why he had been able to work steadily at the Continental Hotel for over a decade.
"No need. Let's go see what missions are available now. I prefer to choose my prey myself," Broly said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
Charon shrugged. He couldn't stop someone who was determined to court death, so he led Broly back to the lobby.
On a slightly hidden wall in the lobby, a blackboard hung, covered in names written in chalk, followed by a series of numbers representing the bounty for the kill.
"Actually, once an assassin has enough fame, the employer will choose to hire them privately. Having the name on this board makes it easy for the target to become alert in advance, increasing the difficulty of the hunt," Broly glanced at the blackboard and pointed at the top name, Dave Boyle.
"Who is this person, worth $3.5 million?"
He only got $800,000 for taking out Chap in Mexico. Although the price of a life in New York was definitely higher than in Mexico, this person named Dave Boyle was certainly not simple.
Charon thought Broly just wanted to know, so he explained dutifully:
"Dave Boyle is the boss of the Irish Gang, the Greyhound Gang. He was put up for bounty because he secretly stole from Kingpin. Kingpin's right-hand man seems to have had an accident, and he himself went to Mexico to maintain the underground order there, so he simply paid for Dave's head at the Continental Hotel."
Broly crossed his arms, he hadn't expected this bounty to have something to do with him.
"Little brother, you don't seem to know which mission to choose. By now, all the easy missions have already been taken by others. If you choose one, you'll only make a wasted trip, and you might offend other assassins. How about you team up with your sister? I have a very lucrative mission privately. Seeing how handsome you are, why don't we do it together?"
A seductive young woman swayed her slender waist over. Her green, form-fitting evening dress reflected light like scales, making her look like a tempting femme fatale.
The few assassins who were here choosing missions immediately and discreetly left. Charon's face also showed a hint of wariness, but he said nothing. This woman's name was Eva Lorde, and she was notorious even among the assassins. Ordinary assassins liked to hunt sheep, but this femme fatale liked to hunt sheep and lions together.
The Continental Hotel only forbade assassins from killing each other within the hotel premises, and they took a hands-off approach to outside killings.
Eva Lorde often inquired about other assassins' missions, then played the mantis catching the cicada, with the oriole behind, capturing both the prey and the assassin. Many assassins, being unsettled, liked to carry their wealth with them or hide it in a secret location. She would imprison these assassins and torture them with cruel methods to find out where their property was.
Broly, as a newcomer, and with his expensive clothes, was directly targeted by her.
"Sorry, auntie, I'm used to completing missions alone," Broly politely refused.
Upon hearing the word "auntie," Eva Lorde's seductive body stiffened for a moment, then became even more like a snake, a venomous snake after being provoked.
"Then I'll take the Dave Boyle mission. Do you have more information about him?" Broly asked.
"When Kingpin issued the bounty, he did provide a detailed profile of Dave Boyle, which only costs one gold coin. But Mr. Wayne, aren't you going to reconsider? The Greyhound Gang is a large gang with over eighty gunmen."
Eighty-plus gunmen, of course, didn't count for much in Mexico, but in New York, it was already a behemoth. In fact, several assassins had set their sights on this mission, but they knew they couldn't complete it alone, so they were gathering familiar assassins to complete it together.
"No need to reconsider, give me his information."
Broly was even more satisfied when he heard there were so many gunmen; it was like buying one and getting eighty free. He took a gold coin from his pocket and flicked it towards Charon.
Charon caught the gold coin. He no longer tried to persuade him. In his opinion, this Bruce Wayne might be a fool who didn't know the height of the sky, or he might have some unknown means. But it had nothing to do with him; he had already done his duty.
He thought to himself, glancing at Eva Lorde, maybe dying at Dave Boyle's hands was a decent end, at least better than falling into Eva Lorde's hands.
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