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"Sorry, I was too rude."

When John is not killing people, apart from being a bit decadent, he is actually very polite.

He bowed his head slightly to Xia Hua to admit his mistake, and then picked up the pork liver soup with a look of death on his face.

Just open your mouth and fuck.

"and many more!"

Xia Hua tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Sometimes things like soup don't look hot on the surface, but you'll know what it means when you put it in your mouth.

John took a sip of the hot soup and felt a stream of hot oil flowing from his mouth to his throat, which made his stomach feel warm.

But the King of Killers is indeed the King of Killers.

He blushed but remained silent.

He didn't make any gaffe like sticking out his tongue and gasping for air.

Xia Hua secretly admired him.

"Even though my soup has been sitting for a while, it's probably still [-] or [-] degrees Celsius. You won't be afraid of scalding your throat if you drink it like this."

When John heard this, he gave him a resentful look.

I thought: You didn’t tell me earlier.

Xia Hua returned his look.

Who would have thought that you, a middle-aged man, can eat recklessly?

John was speechless.

Although the soup was a bit hot, it wasn't enough to burn him after just one sip.

Now he has lost too much blood, and his body instinctively needs to replenish nutrients.

Under this circumstance, John actually felt that the soup he had just swallowed tasted good.

So this time, he blew carefully and drank in small sips.

Until he drank all the soup in the bowl.

After eating most of the pork liver under Xia Hua's supervision, John's pale face gained some color.

"Thank you, it's very delicious."

The man thanked him politely and put the bowl on the bedside table.

Erha, who was drooling while looking at the pig liver, had already impatiently raised his head and drank the rest of the liver in one bite.

Tilting his head, he finished the pork liver in a few mouthfuls and narrowed his dog eyes in happiness.

Dog lovers couldn't help but reach out and stroke their dogs' heads when they saw what they were doing.

For a moment, the intimate interaction between man and dog seemed a bit redundant to Xia Hua.

"Cough cough..."

Someone pretends to cough to make their presence known.

The King of Killers awkwardly took back the hand that was rubbing the dog's head and looked at Xia Hua.

"You saved me and I will repay you."

John didn't say how to repay him, but the killer's instinct told him that even if the big boy in front of him was not from their underground circle, he must have something to do with the underground world.

People in this underground world are straight-forward in repaying their kindness. If you save my life, I naturally owe you a life.

For a prominent figure like John Wick, a promise weighs a thousand pounds.

But Xia Hua didn't need the man in front of him to work hard for him.

Could he still be asked to assassinate Nick Fury?

He was just curious about who could hurt the King of Killers like this, and he wanted to increase his favorability and see if he could win John Wick to his side.

"Who has the ability to hurt you like this?"

Xia Hua asked.

Both words and expressions hinted that he knew John's true identity.

The King of Killers pondered slightly, secretly thinking that this mysterious neighbor indeed knew his true identity.

From this point of view, there is no need to avoid talking to him about some things.

But thinking of the bullet that almost killed him, John still has lingering fears.

"That man's shooting skills that can bend bullets are miraculous."

Xia Hua's expression changed.

Bullet turns?

As far as he knew, this kind of unscientific marksmanship existed only in one place.

"Do you know who he is?"

John's ability to observe people's emotions was naturally very good, and he instantly noticed Xia Hua's abnormality.

"I do know some information about this organization."

Xia Hua hesitated for a second, and then resolutely prepared to show off in front of John Wick.

No, this is to be patronizing and to maintain a sense of mystery.

The man on the bed became excited when he heard Xia Hua admit it.

"tell me!"

John's hands holding the quilt had veins popping out, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable aura.

After seeing the turning marksmanship, the King of Killers, who was already living a decadent life, felt the beating of his heart again.

As a strong person, he is naturally eager to become stronger.

Even John Wick is no exception.

But before this extraordinary era has officially begun, his killer skills have reached the pinnacle of the industry.

Even a pencil or a piece of paper can become a murder weapon in his hands.

He once thought that he had stood at the top of the pyramid of the killer world.

They are the small group of people at the top of the personal force.

Now, John Wick finally understands that there are more truths in the world waiting for him to discover.

He can also...become stronger!

Until the end, become the real king of killers!

The desire in the man's heart burst out from his eyes, and Xia Hua couldn't stand the fiery look in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, why don't you tell me?"

Xia Hua thought about the words for a while, recalled the relevant background of the movie "Wanted", and added his own imagination to John slowly.

"It is said that thousands of years ago, God dropped a loom to the world..."

"Wait...you mean God?!"

John looked like you're going to tease me again.

I'm here to collect information, not to listen to stories!

Xia Hua glanced at him.

"Do you still want to know where the person who seriously injured you came from?"

The King of Killers quickly raised his hands and surrendered, as if he was listening to a fairy tale.

"...The first group of people who discovered the loom deciphered the code hidden on the cloth. Those lines recorded the names of people who would cause major disasters to the world in the future."

"So they formed a secret society to accommodate special talents, and always implemented the death order given by the loom of fate: kill one person and save a thousand people!"

"To this day, that secret society still exists. They claim to be the guardians of the world, carrying out the instructions of destiny in the dark, and cleaning up evil for mankind."

"They call themselves the Brotherhood of Assassins."

After Xia Hua finished speaking, John couldn't help but mutter a word.

“Assassin…”

Regardless of whether the fate loom is true or not, compared to the assassin who kills one person, he saves thousands.

As a killer who works hard for money, his situation is too small.

For a time, the King of Killers was actually fascinated by the Brotherhood's assassin ways.

But Xia Hua poured cold water on him without mercy.

"Don't think too much. Legends are just legends. In fact, I have never seen what the Destiny Loom is. But even if it is true, people's hearts are not always consistent."

"Nowadays, the Brotherhood has long been used for public and private purposes, using the Loom of Destiny and the entire Brotherhood as a tool to amass wealth and power."

When John heard this, he sighed.

"The good way of an assassin fell because of one person."

Xia Hua smiled without warning.

"Killing is killing, so there is no need to dress it up."

"I only believe that fate is like a thread and should be the rock."