The administrator on the other end of the phone spoke in a very calm tone, "Please state your identification number."
"Elder (High Table), 9527."
Chen Ye finished stating his identification number and continued to instruct,
"I want a list of all The Hand members in the Big Apple, and I want to put a bounty on them."
"Ordinary members, 50,000 USD. Senior members, 100,000 USD. The Hand's Ninja, 500,000 USD. Important core members of The Hand, 1,000,000 USD. A bounty of 10,000,000 USD on each of the Five Fingers."
"A total of 100 million USD."
Chen Ye didn't even consider the possibility that The Hand's Five Fingers would be taken out, he was just testing the waters.
The ones capable of taking them out wouldn't care about the $10 million, and the ones who cared about the $10 million weren't capable of taking out Madame Gao and the others.
As for the bounty, Chen Ye naturally didn't have to pay it himself. The High Table had a yearly bounty allowance for each Elder, so Chen Ye wouldn't feel the pinch.
As for why he didn't put a bounty on the other gangs, Chen Ye said there was no need. After all, these people were all in Hell's Kitchen, and he could take care of them with a little 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 members' files in the Big Apple City."
A moment later, a High Table staff member in a secretary's outfit brought a new file of The Hand members from the file room and handed it to the administrator.
The administrator received the file, and the first few pages showed photos of Murakami, Madame Gao, and the Five Fingers.
Then, the administrator confirmed that everything was correct and stamped it with the red seal belonging to the High Table bounty.
He then picked up the phone and replied to Chen Ye: "The information has been recorded. It will be broadcast globally later, and this bounty will be visible in Continental Hotels around the world."
Soon, the details of the bounty were announced in every Continental Hotel. Every assassin or organization on record received a text message.
At this moment, an assassin who was drinking in a Continental Hotel heard the text message notification sound.
He immediately took out his phone, and after reading the text message, his face lit up with joy. He then put down the beer in his hand and hurried out of the Continental Hotel.
The content of the text message was:
Bounty Target: Any member of The Hand in the Big Apple City
Total Amount: One hundred million U.S. dollars
Reward Requirements: Ordinary members, 50,000 U.S. dollars; senior members, 100,000 U.S. dollars; The Hand's Ninja, 500,000 U.S. dollars...
Status: Effective Immediately
Possible Target Location: Hell's Kitchen
At this moment, the phones inside the Continental Hotel were ringing off the hook. Every assassin who saw the message was exceptionally excited, as if dollar bills were beckoning them.
One hundred million dollars, a large number of targets to hunt; it instantly detonated in the assassin world like a giant mushroom cloud.
Immediately, a large number of assassins began to surge toward Hell's Kitchen, fearing they would be too late to join the feast. Flights to the Big Apple from all over the world were instantly sold out.
And the assassins already in the Big Apple were already preparing their gear and setting off.
At this time, Winston, who was monitoring the Continental Hotel in Hell's Kitchen, naturally saw the text message and sighed, "Has our Boss finally decided to bare his fangs?"
Winston had always thought that Chen Ye had forgotten his identity as an Elder (High Table), especially since Chen Ye had become an Elder (High Table).
Never had he used or managed anything related to the High Table, any of its affairs or benefits. He hadn't expected the first time he would use it would be on such a large scale.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Nick Fury received the news immediately; don't underestimate the federal government's intelligence.
"Is this Chen Ye crazy? Does he have to cause trouble every single day? Immediately dispatch our agents and keep a close watch on everyone in Hell's Kitchen!"
Phil Coulson, who was by his side, said, "We've already dispatched agents."
"Then send two more teams! I want to know every single move of everyone in Hell's Kitchen!" the black egghead roared.
Coulson saw Director Fury's anger and could only accept the order.
He muttered under his breath, "Send out a few more teams, and our S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will all be gone. I don't know if this is headquarters or if Hell's Kitchen is the headquarters."
"You're crazy, a hundred million dollars. Chen Ye, please, take down this bounty, give me that hundred million dollars, and forget about that damn The Hand. I can even help you get the leader of the United States back!" Deadpool wailed, although there wasn't a single tear in his eyes. "That's a hundred million dollars, you spendthrift, my money!"
Vongola Primo, standing to the side, couldn't help but nod. His character didn't allow him to act as pitifully as Deadpool.
But he completely agreed with Deadpool. If he had that hundred million dollars, he could also handle this The Hand for Chen Ye.
After all, there was a group of people behind Vongola Primo who were waiting to be fed.
Don't let their family's apparent influence fool you. Everyone still needs to eat, drink, and relieve themselves. The Vongola family has to pay for all of this, so in reality, the Vongola family is very poor.
"Alright, alright. It's not my money anyway. Don't forget, I'm an Elder of the High Table, and I have a certain amount of bounty funding every year."
"Isn't all the money here? You can all go after it, anyone can earn this money."
Chen Ye looked at them, finding their behavior both amusing and annoying.
After hearing what Chen Ye said, Deadpool immediately put down his bowl and went upstairs to change into his red suit.
Vongola Primo, seeing Deadpool preparing to go out, also put aside his composure and put down his chopsticks, preparing to bid farewell to Chen Ye.
Chen Ye saw that Vongola Primo was also about to leave, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed him: "Don't even think about running. It's been a while, stay tonight and keep me company. We'll have a good chat."
Seeing this, Vongola Primo couldn't leave and could only tell Chen Ye that he was going to make a phone call.
Chen Ye watched Vongola Primo, who was making a very excited phone call, and was a little amused. He didn't expect that the head of a prestigious family would be so worried about this little bit of money.
Seeing Vongola Primo finish his call, Chen Ye also curiously asked, "The head of a triad, and you care so much about this little bit of money?"
Hearing Chen Ye's words, Vongola Primo was angry and said with a little resentment.
"You speak so lightly. You established this self-defense force in the orphanage back then, and then you just walked away, leaving me to deal with a pile of messes."
Hearing Vongola Primo's complaint, Chen Ye looked embarrassed.
Then he quickly changed the subject: "Didn't I just give you money? Did you spend it all so quickly?"
"Expanding the territory costs money, training them costs money, their food, drink, and daily needs cost money?"
"We don't sell drugs, we don't do anything illegal. How do you expect us to make money!" Vongola Primo retorted.
Chen Ye, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't dare to speak. He could only silently clean up the table.
Vongola Primo, after complaining a bit, also knew he couldn't blame Chen Ye, and then changed the subject, asking, "Is it worth it to do this? Is it worth it for this school?"
Chen Ye paused for a moment, "We've both been through this. Do you think Hell's Kitchen will have a future if it doesn't change? Are we supposed to keep going like this? Someone has to do it, so why not me?"
"Besides, I don't feel like I've done anything, right, it's just a school."
Chen Ye never felt that what he was doing now was particularly great.
Establishing a school was a good thing for any place.
However, in Hell's Kitchen, it wasn't a good thing.
It was conceivable how deeply rooted the problems of Hell's Kitchen were.
Before returning to the world of his previous life, Chen Ye always wanted to do something for his second hometown.
The Hand's secret base,
At this moment, Madame Gao and Murakami were sitting on the sofa.
There was also Murakami's disciple standing to the side.
The three people's expressions all looked extremely angry.
The atmosphere at the scene could be said to be very oppressive.
All three of them had seen the bounty from the High Table. They hadn't expected that a mere Chen Ye would dare to launch a full-scale war against The Hand.
This was no longer just Madame Gao's business, but the business of the entire The Hand.
"Immediately, call all the Ninjas from the other branches. I want that ignorant brat Chen Ye to know the power of The Hand!"
Madame Gao angrily slammed her cane and said through gritted teeth.
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