Chen Ye left Pietro in the restaurant and took the apartment elevator alone with Old Ma.
Old Ma's room was on the fifth floor of the apartment building. Each floor had about 10 rooms, some with two bedrooms and one living room, and some with one bedroom and one living room.
Old Ma's apartment was a one-bedroom, one-living room unit, less than 50 square meters. Chen Ye had thoughtfully provided them with a washing machine and dryer.
It's worth noting that in the United States, many apartments don't have washing machines; there's usually a communal laundry area where you have to insert coins for each wash.
Walking into the room, a strong mix of alcohol and blood permeated the air.
As if hearing Chen Ye and Old Ma enter, a man dressed in a suit and covered in bandages, who should have been lying on the sofa, suddenly sat up. His expression was extremely alert, and he held a gun in his right hand, on guard.
"Relax, this is my landlord. I brought him here to help you. Are you feeling better now?" Old Ma quickly stepped forward, asking with concern.
Hearing Old Ma's explanation, the man finally relaxed and apologized, "Sorry, I thought you were someone sent by the High Table to hunt me down."
Chen Ye confirmed that the man with the middle part and full beard in front of him was indeed John Wick, the one who killed an entire family for a dog.
"You shouldn't be here. You should know that Old Ma saved you. He'll also get into trouble," Chen Ye waved his hand, indicating he didn't care.
"Old Ma almost died once because of you. Have you forgotten?" Chen Ye added.
After hearing Chen Ye's words, John Wick's expression seemed to show a bit of guilt.
"It's fine, we're friends after all. What happened to you during this time? Why are people from the High Table trying to kill you?" Old Ma asked casually.
John Wick hesitated, glancing at Chen Ye.
"It's fine, he's one of us. He won't betray you. I promise," Old Ma understood that John Wick still didn't trust Chen Ye.
"If Old Ma wasn't my tenant, and my tenant is my friend, I wouldn't bother with you," Chen Ye sneered.
John Wick received Old Ma's assurance, then slowly recounted the events of the past few months to Chen Ye and Old Ma.
Ten minutes later,
"So, the Elder of the High Table's New York branch blew up your house, and then you killed both the brother and sister?" Old Ma exclaimed in disbelief.
"And then you violated the Continental Hotel's rules by killing someone inside the hotel? And then Winston showed you mercy and let you go?" Old Ma felt that John Wick's experiences during this period were enough to be made into a movie.
Chen Ye listened without speaking, sitting expressionless on the sofa, contemplating how to maximize the profit from this incident.
The High Table's New York branch now lacks an Elder. Can Uncle Kingpin take that position?
The High Table is an assassin organization formed by major gangs worldwide, with a total of twelve seats. Its headquarters are in the desert near Casablanca.
These twelve seats form the High Table's management, including members like the Mafia, the Camorra, and the Antonio Family, represented by the two recently deceased sisters.
Although the High Table is inherited through families and the organization values rules, the strong are meant to make rules. It's just a matter of establishing a new one.
After all, both the High Table and the Continental Hotel are quite formidable forces.
Whether it's the Continental Hotel's cleanup crew, intelligence, or their bulletproof suits.
After all, the people within also frequently engage in internal strife, and Kingpin is also a gang leader, more than capable of taking a seat.
John Wick saw Chen Ye contemplating with a solemn expression, thinking Chen Ye was afraid of the trouble he brought and the High Table's power.
Immediately, John Wick quickly stood up and said, "I'm truly sorry, I'll leave now. The High Table's assassins won't find out, and I won't cause you any trouble."
Chen Ye quickly held John Wick down and said, "It's fine, I'm not afraid of trouble. I was just thinking about something. You wouldn't think I'm afraid of the High Table, would you? I was just thinking that the Elder of the New York branch has been eliminated by you, and I'm considering how to ascend."
"Your friend is quite a joker, Old Ma. I should leave here quickly and find someone else at the Continental Hotel in Osaka." Clearly, John Wick didn't believe Chen Ye's words and thought he was overestimating himself.
"Ding ding ding" At this moment, Chen Ye's phone rang.
Chen Ye answered the phone with his right hand, and with his left hand, he raised a finger to his mouth, signaling Old Ma and John Wick to be quiet.
Old Ma and John Wick were puzzled but could only sit quietly on the living room sofa, looking at each other, hearing only Chen Ye's voice.
"It's me, yes, he's with me. Rats are coming? Whose people?"
"The New York Continental Hotel was bombed?"
"The Elder of the High Table's New York branch has been eliminated. Go investigate. See if there's any room for maneuver."
Three minutes later, Chen Ye hung up the phone.
He then said to John Wick and Old Ma, "Just now, the Continental Hotel in New York was bombed, and because of you, Winston's concierge, Charon, was also eliminated."
"Whose people?" John Wick slammed his right fist on the sofa, saying angrily when he heard about Winston's predicament.
"It's the people of the Marquis, one of the High Table's twelve seats. They've also discovered your whereabouts and sent assassins here," Chen Ye explained.
"I'm leaving immediately to draw their attention. You two are innocent," John Wick said, once again wanting to leave alone after hearing this.
Old Ma looked at Chen Ye, as if saying, "Help John Wick."
"Why leave? Do you think if you leave, the Marquis's people will let us go? Don't worry, this is Hell's Kitchen. If they dare to come, I'll make them sleep here forever," Chen Ye said calmly.
Suddenly, Chen Ye felt a surge of killing intent.
A gunshot rang out, and a bullet shot in through the opposite window. Chen Ye and the two others quickly dodged.
Looking at the window shattered by the bullet and the glass shards scattered on the floor.
Chen Ye became enraged. He flicked out a red light with his right hand, which flew directly towards the sniper.
The next moment, the red light pierced directly through the sniper, instantly killing him.
"Who told you to destroy my house!" Chen Ye cursed under his breath.
John Wick and Old Ma stared blankly at Chen Ye's actions.
"Landlord, you, you can do magic?" Old Ma's right hand trembled as he pointed at Chen Ye.
"Is it strange? The cost of the broken window will be deducted from your deposit. If the deposit isn't enough, you'll make up the difference. You two stay here; I'll deal with them. Damn it, so they don't damage my house," Chen Ye said irritably.
At this moment, John Wick, still wanting to help, clearly didn't believe in Chen Ye's strength.
"Rest and recover. I wouldn't make an injured person participate in a fight, even if you are the Night Devil. Just watch my performance; it will be quick," Chen Ye said displeased.