The administrator on the other end of the phone calmly said, "Please state your identification number."
"Elder Gao Zhuohui, 9527."
After stating his identification number, Chen Ye continued to instruct.
"I want a list of all The Hand members in Big Apple City, and I want bounties placed on them."
"Ordinary members for 50,000 U.S. dollars, senior members for 100,000 U.S. dollars, The Hand ninjas for 500,000 U.S. dollars, important Hand cadres for 1,000,000 U.S. dollars, and each of the Five Fingers for 10,000,000 U.S. dollars."
"A total of 100,000,000 U.S. dollars."
Chen Ye never actually expected The Hand's Five Fingers to be eliminated; he was just trying his luck.
Those capable of eliminating them wouldn't care for 10,000,000 U.S. dollars, and those who would care for 10,000,000 U.S. dollars wouldn't be capable of eliminating Madame Gao and her associates.
As for the bounty money, Chen Ye naturally didn't have to pay it himself. The High Table has an annual bounty quota for each Elder, so Chen Ye felt no pain in spending it.
As for why he didn't put bounties on other gangs, Chen Ye stated there was no need. After all, these people were all in Hell's Kitchen, and he could handle them himself with a bit of effort.
"Your request has been received. Please wait."
On the other end of the phone, at the High Table Information Center, the administrator paused the call and then said, "All The Hand member files for Big Apple City."
A moment later, a High Table staff member dressed as a secretary brought a new file of The Hand members from the archive room and handed it to the administrator.
The administrator took the file, and the first few pages showed photos of Murakami and Madame Gao, the Five Fingers.
Then, the administrator confirmed everything was correct and stamped it with the red seal of the High Table's bounty.
He then picked up the phone and replied to Chen Ye, "The information has been recorded and will be broadcast globally shortly. This bounty will be visible at Continental Hotel locations worldwide."
Soon, the bounty targets were announced at various Continental Hotel locations, and every registered assassin or faction received a text message.
At this moment, an assassin drinking at the Continental Hotel heard the text message notification.
He immediately took out his phone, and after reading the message, his face lit up with joy. He then put down his beer and rushed out of the Continental Hotel.
The content of the message was:
Bounty Target: Any member of The Hand in Big Apple City
Total Amount: 100,000,000 U.S. dollars
Bounty Requirements: Ordinary members 50,000 U.S. dollars, senior members 100,000 U.S. dollars, The Hand ninjas 500,000 U.S. dollars…
Status: Effective immediately
Possible Target Location: Hell's Kitchen
Inside the Continental Hotel, phone ringtones were ringing incessantly. Every assassin who saw the message was extremely excited, as if U.S. dollars were beckoning to them.
One hundred million U.S. dollars and a large number of targets to hunt instantly exploded in the assassin World like the great mushroom.
Immediately, a large number of assassins began to pour into Hell's Kitchen, fearing that if they left too late, they would miss this grand feast. Flights to Big Apple City from all over the World were instantly sold out.
Meanwhile, assassins native to Big Apple City were already preparing their equipment and setting out.
Winston, who was overseeing the Continental Hotel in Hell's Kitchen, naturally also saw this text message and sighed, "Is our Boss finally going to bare his fangs?"
Winston had always thought Chen Ye had forgotten his identity as an Elder Gao Zhuohui, especially since Chen Ye became an Elder Gao Zhuohui.
He had never used or managed any High Table affairs or benefits. He never expected this first use to be on such a large scale.
Director Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. also received the news immediately. Do not underestimate the intelligence of the federation.
"Is this Chen Ye sick? Does he die if he doesn't cause trouble for a day? Immediately dispatch our Agents to keep a close watch on everyone in Hell's Kitchen!"
Coulson, standing by, said, "We have already dispatched Agents."
"Then send two more teams! I want to know every move of everyone in Hell's Kitchen clearly!" Black Egg roared.
Coulson saw Director Fury getting angry and could only accept the order.
He muttered softly, "If we send a few more teams, all of our S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents will be dispatched. I don't know if this is the headquarters or if Hell's Kitchen is the headquarters."
…
"Are you crazy? One hundred million U.S. dollars! Chen Ye, please withdraw this bounty and give me that one hundred million U.S. dollars. Forget about some damned The Hand; I can even help you get back the U.S. leader!"
"That's one hundred million U.S. dollars! You prodigal son! My money!" Deadpool cried out loudly after hearing Chen Ye's bounty, though there wasn't a single tear in his eyes.
Ieyasu, on the side, also nodded involuntarily. Ieyasu's personality did not allow him to act as pitiful as Deadpool.
But he completely agreed with Deadpool's words. If he had that one hundred million U.S. dollars, he could also help Chen Ye deal with this The Hand.
After all, Ieyasu still had a group of people behind him waiting to be fed.
Don't think their family seemed to have some power; everyone needed to eat, drink, and live, and all that money came from the Vongola Family, so the Vongola Family was actually very poor.
"Alright, alright. This money isn't coming from me. Don't forget I'm an Elder Gao Zhuohui, and I have a certain bounty quota each year."
"Didn't I put all the money into this bounty? You can go too; anyone can earn this money."
Chen Ye looked at their expressions, both amused and exasperated.
After hearing Chen Ye's words, Deadpool immediately put down his bowl and went upstairs to change into his red bodysuit.
Ieyasu, seeing Deadpool about to take action, also dropped his reserved manner, put down his chopsticks, and prepared to bid Chen Ye farewell.
Seeing Ieyasu about to leave, Chen Ye immediately stepped forward and grabbed him: "Don't even think about running. It's been so long since we last met. Stay with me tonight. Let's have a good chat."
Seeing this, Ieyasu couldn't leave and could only tell Chen Ye that he was going to make a phone call.
Chen Ye looked at Ieyasu, who was excitedly talking on the phone, feeling a bit exasperated. He never expected a dignified family leader to be troubled by such a small amount of money.
After Ieyasu finished his call, Chen Ye curiously asked, "A dignified gang leader, so concerned about this small amount of money?"
Hearing Chen Ye's words, Ieyasu got angry and spoke with a slight hint of resentment.
"It's easy for you to say. You established this self-defense force in the orphanage and then just walked away, leaving a mess for me to deal with."
Hearing Ieyasu's complaint, Chen Ye looked embarrassed.
Then he quickly changed the subject: "Didn't I just give you money? Is it used up so quickly?"
"Does expanding territory not cost money? Does training them not cost money? Does their food, drink, and daily needs not cost money?"
"We don't sell drugs, and we don't do anything illegal. How do you expect us to make money?!" Ieyasu retorted.
Chen Ye knew he was in the wrong and dared not speak. He could only silently clear the table.
After Ieyasu finished complaining slightly, he also knew it wasn't Chen Ye's fault. He then changed the topic and asked, "Is it worth it to do this? Is it worth it for this school?"
Chen Ye paused, "You and I have both been through this. Do you think Hell's Kitchen will have a way out if it doesn't change? Will it just stay like this forever? Someone has to do it, so why can't it be me?"
"Besides, I don't feel like I've done anything great. Yes, it's just a school."
Chen Ye never thought that what he was doing now was particularly great.
Establishing a school is a good thing for any place.
But only in Hell's Kitchen is it not a good thing.
One can imagine how deeply rooted the problems of Hell's Kitchen are.
Before returning to his previous World, Chen Ye always wanted to do something for his second hometown.
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The Hand's secret hideout.
At this moment, Madame Gao and Murakami were sitting on the sofa.
Murakami's disciple was also standing nearby.
The faces of the three people looked very angry.
The atmosphere on site was, one could say, very oppressive.
All three had seen the bounty from the High Table. They never expected a mere Chen Ye to dare to launch a full-scale war against their The Hand.
Now, it was no longer Madame Gao's matter alone; it was a matter for the entire The Hand.
"Immediately, call all the ninjas from other branches. I want this ignorant brat, Chen Ye, to know the power of The Hand!"
Madame Gao furiously slammed her cane and said through gritted teeth.