Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"What are you talking about?" Grammont asked with a frown.

"Nothing, just reminiscing about the past." John said softly, then looked at Gramont with a sincere look, and said in Chinese, "Go to hell with the shark arm, Your Majesty the Marquis."

"???"

Grammont's face was full of surprise at this time, because he couldn't understand the meaning of the Yanguo dialect that John suddenly spoke.

"Oh, what he means is that it's a pity that we have to come to this point." Ye Ken's mouth twitched crazily and then he thoughtfully translated for Grammont, "You bastard."

Well, the latter sentence is authentic Cantonese.

"That's enough! This is not Yan Country! Stop talking and communicating in Yan Country dialect!" Grammont always felt that these two people were not saying good things, but there was no evidence, so he could only yell in anger, "Start now!"

Facts have proved that it is still very important to learn a foreign language. At least when others scold you, you can understand what they are scolding.

However, John looked at Ye Ken with an innocent and confused look, because an unscrupulous rookie killer told him that the Yanguo dialect meant "May you rest in peace today", but for some reason, Ye Ken's expression was very... Rich, as if he remembered something happy but was embarrassed to say it.

Everyone present had different expressions. John and Ye Ken walked to the center of the duel venue and stood back to back holding European-style hand swords.

"See you in the next life, brother."

"..."

When standing in the middle of the duel arena, both Ye Ken and John became serious. Ye Ken spoke softly, while John tilted his head and remained silent.

See you in the next life.

What happened here is that John Wick is destined to withdraw from the stage of this dark world and become the true and only legend. However, under the iron law of the High Table, there are no living legends.

"Within the 15-yard range, the party that leaves the circle, surrenders, loses the ability to fight, or dies completely will be considered a loser." The referee said seriously, "Take 10 steps forward."

John and Ye Ken both sighed, then walked ten steps forward, and then slowly turned around.

Grammont and Cartier came to their respective agents and handed them liquor for pain relief. What Katya prepared for John was Russian orthodox vodka, while Grammont... took out a bottle of military liquid.

Most people would probably have their tongues spinning after drinking these two kinds of wine, let alone dueling. Who knows what these two were thinking.

Ye Ken and John, on the other hand, took a swig of wine, and then...well, they sprayed the wine onto the blade.

Okay, here comes the sterilization, right?

"Think about your daughter, Kane, don't let me down." Grammont frowned and reminded softly while standing next to Ye Ken.

Ye Ken, on the other hand, looked at the shimmering sword blade and said coldly: "Get away."

Grammont, who was scolded by Ye Ken, suppressed his anger, took a few steps back angrily, and stood at the long table.

"What a gorgeous sunrise..."

At this time, Winston was also standing next to John, and Katya wisely stepped back to the table to give the two of them space.

John looked behind him, and saw that the sunset was slowly rising, and its light began to cover the earth. The two of them stared at the magnificent scenery, both of them thinking a lot.

"Do you want to say something? Winston." John asked softly.

"..." Winston opened his mouth with complicated eyes, but in the end, all that was left of his countless words was the shoulder-patting salute of daily greetings between old friends, "No, it's nothing, just enjoy this battle."

When all the spectators returned to their seats, the judge nodded slightly. At this time, no one or anything can stop this sacred duel.

The blind man held the sharp sword in his hand upside down, with the sword slightly tilted and his ears twitching slightly.

The man with long hair is holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword is slightly raised, and his eyes are firm.

"Are you ready? Mr. Kane." The referee looked at Ye Ken and asked solemnly.

Ye Ken said nothing and nodded gently.

"So, what about you? Mr. Wick." The referee turned to look at John.

Like Ye Ken, silent but nodding firmly.

The judge slowly raised his right hand and recited softly:

"I submit their souls to God for judgment."

“The beginning is the end, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

"Good luck, gentlemen."

"The duel begins."

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"what?!"

"This is impossible!"

Yanguo, Manager's Office, Continental Hotel, Minato District.

Old man Qin Chu sat behind his desk, silent, and in front of him was Shimazu Akiko.

At this time, Shimazu Akiko was obviously a little emotional, because the old Mr. Yanguo in front of her had just told her something that she could not accept.

Shimazu Koji was seriously injured and is still in a coma and is still in danger.

"I'm very sorry, Miss Shimazu." Qin Chu sighed and stood up slowly, "The person who provided the information was Mr. Wick's friends. They are trying to bring Mr. Shimazu back. We will provide the best information." We will do our best to treat Mr. Shimadzu’s medical conditions.”

"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude." Shimazu Akiko suppressed the grief in her heart, took a deep breath to adjust herself, and apologized softly. "Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Qin."

"Mr. Shimazu is a friend of Mr. Wick, and you are a friend of Blood Dragon. We will try our best to help." Qin Chu nodded lightly, and then patted Akiko's shoulder comfortingly, "Be strong, you 's father will be fine."

"Yes." Mingzi nodded absently, then turned and left the office.

Qin Chu looked at the lost figure and shook his head.

"It seems that things are not as smooth as you thought..."

"Monitor Chen."

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“Boring!!!”

The swords clashed, and John and Ye Ken were struggling to attack each other. There was no emotion, it was all skills. The wrestling between the two sides made all the spectators at the long table sweat.

After deflecting the sword blade swung by John, Ye Ken quickly dodged to the side, and made an upward slash with his backhand. John couldn't dodge, so he had to raise his sword to block, but Ye Ken got out of the way in time as soon as the blow missed, his ears twitching slightly. , feeling the strong wind in front of him, he took a step back to avoid the sword blade swung by John, and hit John with a whip leg on his side, forcing him to take a few steps back!

In the audience seat, Grammont's eyes were uncertain. He put one hand in his pocket and looked viciously at John Wick, who was fighting Ye Ken's life and death. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

The military food liquid prepared for Ye Ken earlier was mixed with curare, which would cause blood to seal the throat, but it would have no effect if taken orally. The special preparation also allows the toxin to adhere to the blade for a longer period of time.

All it takes is a sword.

It only takes Ken Ye to hit one sword, and the famous John Wick will be poisoned to death... And even if Ken Ye fails to hit the sword, it doesn't matter, because Grammont's hand in his pocket is holding a pistol. .

At this time, Grammont suppressed the secret joy in his heart and watched the duel between John and Ye Ken. If something happened here, no one could escape, they would all die.

"I'm destined to be a winner."

Grammont thought to himself.