Walking through the downward corridor, Lin Cheng came to the basement level of the Continental Hotel in New York.

It is a very luxurious VIP lounge, with a baroque architecture that imbues it with the style of the upper class, and precious silks hang all over the walls, blocking the paintings of the masters.

Directly below the staircase is a high bar counter, behind which the wine cabinet is filled with fine wines from all over the world, and the dim yellow light emitted by the wall lamps makes the entire hall located on the basement level present a warm and comfortable resting environment.

Directly below the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, in the booth area, some well-dressed men and women sit on the soft sofas, they are quietly enjoying their own exquisite meal.

The Continental Hotel is the only neutral zone in the entire underworld, and it is also a refuge for the killers, a pure land for them, and only here do they need to worry about being inadvertently wiped by their peers.

So, everyone here is careful to maintain this peace.

Lin Cheng slowly paced to the edge of the stairs, his hands on the black metal fence, and his gaze quickly locked on a figure.

Saint Dino was sitting in a booth not far away, still wearing the same clothes just now, and on the table in front of him was a filet mignon with a rich fragrance, but there was no fear on his face, and he even raised a goblet full of red wine and smiled at Lin Cheng.

Lin Cheng guessed that it was the rules of the Continental Hotel that made Saint Dino so fearless.

But just as Lin Cheng slowly walked down the stairs and was about to walk towards Saint Dino, by the fireplace on the side of the hall, an old man with gray hair and reading glasses suddenly spoke, making Lin Cheng stop his steps.

"Could you please come over for a moment, Mr. Lin?"

The old man who spoke, dressed in a luxurious black casual suit, held a copy of this morning's New York Weekly in his hand, leaned back on a fluffy sofa, and on the low table in front of him was an iron bucket filled with ice cubes, in which a bottle of champagne was being chilled.

Although he is over the age of sixteen, the old man in front of him does not look like an old man.

His gaze is very deep, and although there are a few wrinkles and age spots on his face, it can't stop him from having a unique aura that only a person who has been in a high position all year round can have.

He is the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York and the owner of the hotel, Mr. Winston.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Winston, but I'm too busy to make small talk with you."

Lin Cheng didn't move, and he didn't even take his eyes off Saint Dinuo's body.

Why in the original book, John Walker killed St. Dino in the VIP lounge of the Continental Hotel, it is because in his heart, he is actually angry to the extreme, and he is completely unable to control his emotions.

Because of the blood contract, he killed his friend Gianna with his own hands, and because he killed Gianna, he was rewarded by Saint Dino, and countless killers chased him, and at the same time, his home was also blown up by Saint Dino.

Every little bit of his life with his wife was burned to ashes in the flames, so John Walker killed San Dino at the Continental Hotel in defiance of the rules set by the High Table, and paid the price for it.

But Lin Cheng is different - Lin Cheng is not angry, he is just here to kill.

"I must remind you, child, that you should know that there are two rules in the Underworld that cannot be challenged."

"One, the dignity of the High Table cannot be violated, and second, killing people in the Continental Hotel will be regarded as a provocation to the High Table, so - I hope you will be wise."

Mr. Winston was reminding Lin Cheng to follow the rules, but the tone and tone of his voice were indifferent as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.

And Lin Cheng also withdrew his gaze from Saint Dino's face, slowly turned around, and looked at Mr. Winston on the sofa.

"I know very well that the Continental Hotel can't kill people, and I don't mean to provoke the Continental Hotel and the dignity of the high table."

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, Mr. Winston straightened his body, gently pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, squinted his eyes, and his eyes roamed up and down Lin Cheng's body, looking at the young man who appeared in front of him.

He knew Lin Cheng, after all, the reward of 10 million US dollars had not appeared for a long time, as the person in charge of the Continental Hotel in New York, he would naturally pay attention to Lin Cheng, and at the same time, he also noticed Lin Cheng's personal background and identity resume from the No. 17 textile factory.

In the Continental Hotel's operational record, Lin Cheng once repelled John Walker's attack head-on while protecting the evacuation of important VIPs.

John Walker's ability, Winston, who has worked with John Walker for decades, knows best.

If the young man in front of him has the same level as John Walker, or even far beyond John Walker, then he is worthy of Winston's investment, so Winston has been paying attention to Lin Cheng.

And now, when Lin Cheng appeared at the Continental Hotel with the mission target he was about to kill, Winston had to remind Lin Cheng, because he didn't want a young talent to be exiled for violating the rules set by the High Table, and end up in a miserable end.

"I'm glad you made the right choice, young man, then, what are you going to do next?"

Hearing Mr. Winston's question, a smile suddenly bloomed on Lin Cheng's face.

He walked to Saint Dino's side with a smile, and in Saint Dino's frightened gaze, he reached out and grabbed Saint Dino's neckline, directly dragged Saint Dino up, and carried it on his shoulder, no matter how Saint Dino struggled, he did not let go of the arm that clamped his waist.

"Since the Continental Hotel can't kill people, then we have to take him out and kill him again."

Carrying the Saint Dino on his shoulder, Lin Cheng ignored the strange glances cast by the people around him and walked up the stairs leading to the upper floor.

Every step Lin Cheng took represented that Saint Dino was one step closer to death.

Saint Dinuo, who was carried by Lin Cheng on his shoulder, didn't care about any demeanor at this time, and began to struggle violently like a little piglet waiting to be slaughtered, but Lin Cheng's arm was like welded metal, and he didn't mean to let go at all.

"Damn it, let me go, Winston, isn't the Continental Hotel going to shelter every member, save me?!"

"The rules only say that the Continental Hotel doesn't allow killings, and if he can take you away, we won't stop you."

Unable to break free from Lin Cheng's arm, Saint Dino could only put his hope on the old Winston in the distance, but what he saw was that Winston picked up the champagne from the ice bucket on the table, poured himself a glass, took a sip of the champagne, and said indifferently.

Saint Dino heard that even his little heart was about to stop.