In the heart of the city, in the hotel garden surrounded by high-rise buildings, Lin Cheng and Mr. Winston sat opposite each other at the long table.

Soon, there was a young and beautiful blonde girl with a slender figure, wearing a waiter's professional attire and stepping on high heels, immediately came over with a dinner plate, put a cup of fragrant and delicious black tea in front of Lin Cheng, and smiled at Lin Cheng when she left.

Lin Cheng naturally smiled in return, and then put his eyes on the white black teacup.

Just as Lin Cheng gently stirred the black tea with the spoon in the cup and watched the milk foam on it swirl in the cup, Mr. Winston put the crystal chess piece that Lin Cheng handed him on the table.

The crystal chess pieces collided with the glass tabletop, making a very crisp sound, and Lin Cheng raised his head, took his eyes off the black tea in the cup, and looked at Mr. Winston again.

"Lin, how much do you know about the high table?"

Mr. Winston didn't directly tell Lin Cheng the origin of the chess pieces, but asked a question that sounded a little inconsequential.

"Very little, I only know that the High Table is an organization with the same long history and deep background as our League of Assassins, but the origin of our League of Assassins is the Brotherhood, and the origin of the High Table is the Assassin Order in the Middle East, the original ruler of the Nichari faction, Hassan al-Sabah."

Even though Lin Cheng joined the Assassin League, the old guy Sloane never taught him about the history of the Assassin League.

Everything Lin Cheng knew about the Assassin League was learned from a conversation with Old John in the Florence Hotel when he was in Florence.

At the same time, he also understood why John Sr. would remain in Florence after the Assassins' League of Assassins' assassination activities were completely withdrawn from Europe, because John Sr. had a special identity - gatekeeper.

As the name suggests, he was the last person to guard the textile mill and the history of the Brotherhood.

"Looks like you're very knowledgeable about the past."

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, Mr. Winston nodded slightly, seemingly very satisfied with Lin Cheng's answer.

"It's just hearsay."

Lin Cheng smiled and said very modestly.

"But you may not know, child, that the High Table has an extraordinary relationship with the Assassin League."

After a pause, Mr. Winston continued.

"However, we have lost that original piece of history, and what remains of the record tells us that the original League of Assassins and the Order of the Assassins actually had the same origins, as close brothers, partners, against the same enemies."

"It wasn't until there was a rebellion within the Order that the High Table was reborn in the corpses of the Order, but it still maintained a fairly close connection with the Assassin League, and the current Textile Association is the position of the Assassin League in the High Table, and this chess piece is the symbol of the Assassin League in the High Table."

That said, the League of Assassins symbolized ...... Empress? ”

Mr. Winston's explanation of history made Lin Cheng stunned for a moment, and he seemed to be a little unresponsive.

"In the rules of chess, so it will not be bound by the chessboard, whether it is horizontally, vertically, diagonally, it is okay, and the number of squares remains the same, it can be called the strongest chess piece, and it is also the key force to win."

"But the truth is that the queen represents the power borrowed by the royal family from her mother's family, and for the high table, the Assassin Alliance is equivalent to such a special force, comparable to the status of the high table, but the king can only have one, so-"

"So the pawn of the League of Assassins is a queen?"

Lin Cheng looked at the Crystal Queen chess piece in his hand, his brows furrowed, and the expression on his face was a little indescribably weird.

"As outsiders, we at the Continental Hotel should not interfere in the strife within your Assassin Alliance."

"However, since the chess piece is already in your hands, as long as the previous one representing the Assassin League and representing the Textile Guild on the High Table Board dies, you will be the successor in possession of the chess piece."

"Just like your good friend in Italy, the chess piece in the hands of the Antonio family is the castle, which means to guard."

Mr. Winston continued.

Just yesterday, Gianna has officially inherited the family's seat on the High Table Board of Directors and has become the new High Table Director, and many forces attached to the High Table have sent congratulatory gifts, allowing the devastated Antonio family to return to its former prosperity.

And all of this is thanks to Lin Cheng.

"Although you have not officially inherited the seat of the High Table, you have the key, you will get the supreme right, and the land where you are, the whole of New York, will be completely prostrate at your feet, and you will become the king of New York, the queen of the High Table."

Becoming a member of the High Table Board of Directors will be an extraordinary benefit, and the whole of New York will become Lin Cheng's pocket, and the Continental Hotel in New York will also become Lin Cheng's private property.

But Lin Cheng looked at the chess pieces in his hand, how awkward he looked.

It sounds good, but it's a queen...... Isn't there something wrong, and the real owner of this chess piece, Sloane, is not completely dead, and it is too early to think about these things that are not there.

"If you're interested, I'm ready to help you tell the world."

"Thank you, Mr. Winston, but I still need some time to think about it, so I won't be with you."

Lin Cheng took the chess pieces back, got up to thank Mr. Winston, and then left the Continental Hotel.

Right now, finding Sloane's whereabouts and killing him is the first priority, and it will take some time for the Continental Hotel's intelligence network to start searching Sloane, so Lin Cheng is ready to drive back to the safe house.

The safe house is Carlos' old safe house, located north of Brooklyn, near the Bronx, tucked away in a surrounding residential area, and safe and secure.

But on the way, Lin Cheng watched the sky getting darker, and remembered the fox who was put down on the bed by himself with sleeping pills, and it was estimated that he had woken up, so it was better to buy some food and bring it back to make dinner.

So, he drove to Chinatown.

Lin Cheng packed a seafood fried noodles for the fox at a restaurant he used to go to when he lived in Chinatown, while he went to a Sichuan restaurant not far away to ask the master for an authentic kung pao chicken and rice.

But when he returned to the safe house with dinner, there was no fox in the bedroom, only a letter left there.

[If you want her to live, come to the top construction site of One Central Park and meet me]

Lin Cheng immediately put down the lunch box in his hand and ran to the computer to look through the surveillance video in the room.

Sure enough, he saw Sloane's old fellow, who broke into the door of the safe house and kidnapped the sleeping fox from the bed in the bedroom.

The sudden change made Lin Cheng squint his eyes, revealing a dangerous gaze.

He didn't expect the security of the safe house to be so low.

He just wanted the fox to have a good rest after working for several days, but he didn't expect that Sloan, who they had been looking for for nearly a week, would actually break in and take advantage of his absence.

At this moment, Lin Cheng was really angry.

Driving all the way back to Manhattan from Brooklyn, the half-hour journey was driven by Lin Cheng to less than fifteen minutes, during which he ran through countless red lights and received countless violations.

There were also police officers who tried to stop, but none of them could stop an angry killer, and no police car could stop a toy sports car with a low, roaring block engine.