Fisk Tower,
Kingpin held a cigar, looking down from his office window at everything happening in Hell's Kitchen.
"It's quite lively in Hell's Kitchen today," Kingpin sighed.
"Boss, do you want me to take care of them?" Bullseye, one of Kingpin's subordinates, asked.
Bullseye knew his boss was truly angry and immediately stepped forward to pledge his loyalty.
"No need. Tell the gangs in Hell's Kitchen to take care of the High Table's assets within New York. Whoever gets them, keeps them. The one who contributes the most gets two months of protection fees waived."
"And I recall the Marquis's people were sent this time, right? His territory is in France, isn't it? Give all our connected forces in France a heads-up. Whoever takes out the Marquis gets fifteen million dollars."
"Lastly, any resident of Hell's Kitchen, as long as they bring me the head of someone from the High Table or a force under the High Table, will receive ten thousand for each head," Kingpin continued to command.
"Understood, boss," the people around Kingpin received the order and immediately retreated to spread the word.
"Aren't they, the High Table, supposed to be the most rule-abiding? Why don't they follow the rules when they come to my Hell's Kitchen? Since they don't, I'll let them experience the price of not following the rules," Kingpin said, facing the view of Hell's Kitchen outside the window with his hands behind his back.
The next day, the people of Hell's Kitchen, having heard the news, were in an uproar. They went home to fetch all sorts of weapons, got in their cars, and drove out of Hell's Kitchen.
At a supermarket belonging to a High Table's New York force, several burly men covered in tattoos barged in, firing machine guns at the ceiling while the rest of them stole the money. Before leaving, they also set the entire supermarket on fire.
A killer affiliated with the High Table had just walked out of a coffee shop when he was ruthlessly run over by a car.
Similar incidents were happening all over the world simultaneously.
France, Marquis's Residence
Guns roared.
The Marquis was fleeing in a sorry state, shielded by several bodyguards.
"Fuck, fuck, how many waves is this? Are these mercenaries crazy today, coming in wave after wave?" the Marquis raged.
"Marquis, you're worth a fortune right now. Please stay still. You're being offered fifteen million US dollars on the black market. That price is enough to make mercenaries and assassins around the world go wild. More assassins will likely come," said one of the Marquis's men.
"Damn it, damn it! How dare they? I'm one of the twelve elders of the High Table! They'll pay for this. I'll have all the High Table's assassins retaliate." The Marquis roared.
At this moment, a grenade was thrown near the Marquis, leaving him terrified and at a loss.
A bodyguard next to the Marquis quickly pulled him, and they sprinted away. The Marquis, still shaken, looked back at the explosion, and for the first time, he felt fear towards Hell's Kitchen.
"Retreat, protect the Marquis. We need backup," a suited bodyguard said into his earpiece.
And just like that, the Marquis began his escape, thinking he was safe as long as he survived this attack. Little did he know, the next time would cost him his life.
At the Good Fortune Restaurant, Chen Ye was currently interviewing chefs. Chen Ye held a resume and said to the disheveled, white-haired Asian man across from him, "Mr. Stephen Chow, right? Why do you want to apply to this restaurant?"
"I'm new in town, just looking for a meal. I heard you're the big shot on this street, and you also provide room and board," Stephen Chow said.
"Looking at your resume, you also won the title of International God of Cookery. What happened that you've become so down on your luck that you need to work here?" Chen Ye looked at the resume, and the experiences seemed a bit familiar.
"Hahaha, that's all in the past. It's best not to dwell on past glories. Do you think I'm up to the task?" Stephen Chow asked.
"As you know, the most important thing for a chef is their cooking skills. Does Mr. Stephen Chow have any signature dishes?" Chen Ye asked back.
"Well, I have quite a few specialties. I can make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and I can also cook the Manchu Han Imperial Feast. But my best dish is probably Melancholy Rice," Stephen Chow replied.
"Melancholy Rice, that's a very unique name," Chen Ye was immediately intrigued.
Just as Chen Ye was about to ask Stephen Chow to show off his skills, an uninvited guest arrived at the restaurant, followed by John Wick and Lao Ma.
Seeing this, Chen Ye could only turn to Stephen Chow and say, "You're hired. We'll put the test off for now. Come back tomorrow; I have something to do right now."
Stephen Chow, seeing the situation, could only leave helplessly. Chen Ye didn't know how good a chef he had just missed.
"Chen, this is Winston, the former manager of the New York Continental Hotel. Winston, this is Mr. Chen Ye," John Wick introduced them.
Chen Ye stepped forward and shook Winston's hand. "There's no smoke without fire. I wonder what Mr. Winston needs."
"Hello, Mr. Chen Ye. I mainly came to see John this time, to teach him how to solve his current problem. But he said you would help him solve it, so I came to see you out of curiosity. Secondly, I want to cooperate with you," Winston said frankly.
Chen Ye wasn't in a hurry after hearing that. He sat down, took out his tea set, and began to brew tea, gesturing for them to sit and chat.
Chen Ye brewed the tea and poured a cup for each of them in turn, then said, "Please, have some tea. This is Pu-erh from China. I more or less know what you need. You want to renovate your Continental Hotel, right?"
Winston was surprised to hear this, not expecting Chen Ye to know his needs. Just as Winston was about to speak, Chen Ye continued, "I know you all want revenge. I will take care of the Marquis and let you reopen the Continental Hotel, but..."
Winston knew that Chen Ye had conditions. He opened his mouth and said, "Just say it. As long as you can help me get revenge and reopen the hotel, I'll pay any price."
Chen Ye smiled and shook his head, then pointed a finger at Winston. "I don't want money. I want you."
Winston and John's faces instantly changed, they didn't expect Chen Ye to have such a preference.
Chen Ye saw their expressions and knew they had misunderstood. He quickly explained, "I'm not gay. What I mean is that I want you to be loyal to me, as well as the Continental Hotel behind you and your resources. And I want the Continental Hotel to open in Hell's Kitchen, since your Continental Hotel was also blown up."
Winston fell silent after hearing this.
Chen Ye seized the opportunity and said, "I know your concerns. I will resolve the issues with the High Table. I will ensure you can operate normally without any trouble. You just need to pledge your allegiance to me."
"I wonder how you plan to solve it. As you know, unless you're one of the twelve seats of the High Table, it's impossible to make the Continental Hotel pledge allegiance to you. I personally have no problem. And even if you deal with the Marquis, others will still come looking for trouble." Winston voiced his concerns.
"You don't need to worry about that. Isn't the Antonio Family, the High Table's branch in New York, almost wiped out? I'll just replace them. If I can't do it, can't Kingpin?" Chen Ye calmly took a sip of tea.
"Next, just issue a challenge to the High Table. The condition is to let them open a Continental Hotel in Hell's Kitchen, and it will be under my control."
Chen Ye was determined to get one of the twelve seats of the High Table; not even Jesus could stop him.
-----------------------
Completed English PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish!
Guys, I've uploaded some High Quality english translated fanfic on my Patreon shop! Feel free to check it out-if you're interested, you can grab a copy and support me there.
Here are a few titles of recently uploaded fanfics:
New Addition
" Marvel: Omniscient and Omnipotent — Growing Stronger by Watching Battles "
" Marvel: Cultivating Swallowed Star Techniques, Shocking the Avengers "
" Master of Souls in the Marvel Universe "
" Marvel: The Supernova "
" Marvel: Sign In at the Start to Obtain Chibaku Tensei "
" Marvel becomes a knight starting from Drive "
" The Marvel Universe in Meiman I Opened a Supermarket "
" Marvel: I Control Dreams in the World "
" Marvel: Starting Sign-ins from the World "
" Marvel: The Speedster "
" Marvel: The Kryptonian "
many more are available 115+
Your support means a lot-thanks in advance, legends!
patreon.com/SuperTL
(End of Chapter)