Tessa reluctantly woke up from the soft bed, the smooth silk futon was so comfortable that she wanted to lie in bed for the rest of her life. She closed her eyes again, and gathered strength for a while before she resolutely got up and freshened up.

Rubbing her hair with a towel, she walked out into the living room. The hotel staff had already brought breakfast to you, and it was all delicate bread and dessert. Broly was not interested in such food, and added another bucket of baguettes, grabbing one in each hand and stuffing it into his mouth.

Seeing a table of desserts that she had only seen on TV on weekdays, Tessa couldn't wait to sit down, picked up a piece of macaron, and took a bite with a happy face.

"There's something so good about this sweet saccharin-like thing."

Broly was a little puzzled, he would rather eat an unroasted lizard than this.

Tessa didn't dare to refute Broly, but munched on the macarons in her hands like a little hamster. In the end, most of the desserts on the table went into her stomach.

Because it was a royal suite, the Four Seasons Hotel provided a travel service, and Broly opted for a less high-profile Bentley Flying Spur. First, Tessa was sent to Midtown High School.

Tessa was not carried away by vanity, and when she was still more than three hundred meters away from Midtown High School, she asked the driver to put herself down. She knew she was still the daughter of the poor Texas farmer, and that a one-night stay in a five-star hotel wouldn't change anything.

Riding a Bentley to school may be able to make a group of girls who don't know the truth flatter her for a while, but after being debunked, she may find it difficult to stay in Midtown High School.

The only thing that can change her future is to study hard.

"Go to the Continental Hotel."

Broly gave the address of the Continental Hotel. The Continental Hotel is not advertised, and not many people know the address.

Bentley started smoothly, because it was work time, there was some congestion on the road, and it took two hours to reach the Continental Hotel.

Located at a three-way intersection, the Continental Hotel in New York City looks like a very ordinary star-rated hotel from the outside. Tall Roman columns with some old granite exterior tiles.

"Just stop here, you can go back."

Broly put ten dollars on the seat as a tip, then opened the door and walked out.

Pushing open the door of the hotel, he found that the decoration of the Continental Hotel was not at all as ordinary as the outside, and even compared to the five-star Four Seasons Hotel.

Gorgeous crystal chandeliers, solid wood furniture glowing in the light, intricate golden reliefs, tall marble statues, and well-dressed waiters.

The people here were obviously familiar with each other, and Broly walked in as a newcomer like a deer walking into the habitat of a pack of lions in a daze. Everyone in the hotel lobby looked at him without a trace, or blatantly, or murderously.

"Welcome to the Continental, sir, we are open for members only."

The lobby manager of the hotel was a black man, and he said politely to Broly.

"I'm here to be a member."

Broly said, pulling out a gold coin and placing it on the table at the front desk.

"Charon is honored to serve you, sir." Charon raised his eyebrows, put away the gold coins, and put them in the drawer: "We haven't had a new member for a long time. ”

As he spoke, he picked up his landline and made a call.

"Please come with me, sir."

Charon said, leading Broly through the lobby and onto an elevator.

The elevator fell down rapidly, and the Continental Hotel was obviously much larger than it seemed, its underground was hollowed out, and it took up more space than it seemed.

On the seventh basement floor is a bar filled with people, all dressed and dressed not like killers, but more like upper-class gentlemen.

"Mr. Winston, this gentleman wants to join us?"

Charon led Broly to a wine table.

Sitting at the table was a wrinkled old man holding a glass of whiskey, sipping and listening to the pianist on stage.

"Sit down, young man, just sit here."

Broly sat down with a big grin.

"Since you've come here with gold, I can actually assign you a task as a test without saying anything. But as an older person, I still prefer to talk more about younger people. What's your name, friend. ”

Winston snapped his fingers and beckoned the waiter to bring a glass of brandy to Broly.

"Bruce. Wayne. ”

Broly picked up the brandy and drank it down. Knocking on the table, beckoned the waiter to bring three more steaks. He was going to pretend to be a gentleman, but he didn't eat much for breakfast, which would be too much to bear.

The corners of Winston's mouth twitched, he was the first newcomer to see such a non-chariot who didn't take the Continental Hotel seriously. As an experienced old man, he has seen many killers. No matter how unruly he is, no matter how high his self-esteem is, no matter how murderous a killer is, he will be tied up and stabbed in his back after entering the Continental Hotel.

Because when he enters the Continental Hotel, the newcomer will meet many of his kind, some weaker than him, some stronger than him, but everything tells him that he is not a special person. It's like a lion who hunts sheep and suddenly finds himself with his own kind, and a group of lions also live in this grassland.

This is also the reason why Continental Hotel can continue to operate. There will be no rules between lions and sheep, there will be between lions and lions.

But sitting across from Bruce. Wayne gave him a different feeling, he was like a dragon sitting in the sky, overlooking the prairie. The fight between lions and hunting is like a game between ants in his eyes.

"I hope you're not just a simple fool, Mr. Wayne."

Winston took a sip from his glass, and if he wasn't a fool, the future high table would have been a headache.

Broly first tried the knife and fork, but found it too much trouble, so he simply forked the whole steak with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. He has already given up on himself, what Batman's style, or filling his stomach is more important.

The steak tastes so good that even Broly, who doesn't have much to eat, stops to chew and enjoys the delicious meat as the gravy explodes in your mouth.

"Ten more!" Broly ate the steak and said to Winston while he waited for the food to be served, "Am I registered now?" ”

Winston raised his finger, and Charon, who was standing next to him, pulled out a straight phone from his bosom and placed it on the table.

"Welcome to Continental, Wayne, and hope you live to retire."

As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to change his table, for he was too old to see anything greasy.

"Don't go yet, I want to take the task, can I only wait for you to text? And what is the test task, you say you want to kill someone, I'll screw his head off. ”

Winston gestured at Charon and motioned for him to deal with Broly. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned to Broly and asked:

"Mr. Wayne, do you like dogs?"

Broly nodded solemnly.

"I'm a big fan of dog meat."