Walking through the door of the theater, four tall Eastern Europeans stood by the door and watched the two of them, and further ahead there was a long table, and three other Eastern Europeans sat behind the table, with tattoos all over their bodies, and they didn't look like good people.

When! When!

Under the watchful eyes of several people, John placed the gold coins, crosses, and round badges he had obtained from the library on the table.

"Your weapons."

John glanced at Richard, honestly took out the pistol on his body and put it on the table, "Richard, listen to them." ”

"Okay." Richard shrugged his shoulders and put the pistol on as well.

"And your belts." The bald head with the tattoo on his head sneered at the two of them.

"Believe it or not, I can slaughter the seven of you with just my hands, and it won't take you more than five minutes." Richard smiled too, propped his hands on the table, approached the bald head and said with a smile.

Crash.

The four big men standing around all pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the two of them, and Richard stared at the bald head as if he hadn't seen it at all.

"Alright, that's it." The man with the big back sitting in the middle stopped this farce, the shadow of the famous tree, these two dared to kill a chairman in the continental hotel, it was not a few of them who could afford to provoke, "Take them in." ”

Led by another bald head, the two walked into the theater, which can accommodate thousands of people, but now there are no guests, only a woman sitting in the front row with a pen writing and drawing, and on the stage, a girl is dancing ballet, whether it is good or not, Richard does not know, but he knows, he can't do any of the girl's movements.

While Richard was staring at the dancers, John knelt down on one knee in front of the seated woman, and held the cross necklace in front of his face, looking rather respectful.

The woman sitting there was not a young age, but judging from her appearance and temperament, she was also a beauty when she was young, she glanced at John, and then continued to look at the stage, "Adani, why are you going home?" ”

Adani? Richard blinked his curious eyes, and John pretended not to see it, but just raised the cross in his hand.

"What are you holding it up for, as if that's the answer."

"I still have tickets."

"You've caused so much chaos in the last few weeks, and you feel like your tickets are still valid? Have you forgotten that Russian Gypsies are also bound by high tables? ”

"Do you still use the energy of the high table to tell you? They're probably going to kill me for talking to you. Bring death to my door, and that's how you respect me? ”

Looking at the woman's slightly angry expression, John knelt there and said in a trembling voice, "I, Adani. Jovonovich, I am a child of Belarus, an orphan of your tribe, and you are obliged to help me. You have an obligation, I have a right. ”

After staring at the cross in John's hand for a long time, the woman finally stood up helplessly, "Follow me." ”

The two followed the woman to the backstage, and when passing by the stage, John glanced at the girl above, with a look of remembrance in his eyes, which made Richard very curious, John also studied ballet?

Probably older people love to nag, and the lady who led the way was no exception, and she led the two of them through the backstage while chattering, "'You have the right', you have nothing, Adani, you know, when my students came here for the first time, they only wanted one thing, a life without suffering, and I tried to dissuade them from giving up this childish idea, you know, art is painful, and they want to escape suffering through art, how can that." ”

Richard looked at the room where the two of them were passing by, where young men and women were training hard, most of the girls were practicing ballet, and the boys were practicing wrestling, not the kind of competition performance, but real fighting skills that could kill people.

"Life is made up of suffering, and if you escape from one kind of suffering, you are bound to enter another kind of suffering."

The woman heard Richard's emotion and couldn't help but look back at him, "Your young friend has seen it very thoroughly. ”

.... No, I'm just lamenting what happened to me...

Looking at Richard, the woman turned her head back to John again, "Now, you're back where you started, for what, a dog?" ”

"And a car, a house." Richard helped John take over the conversation, and he didn't dare to mention anything he didn't dare to ask for for fear that the honest man would end up squeezing, "They ruined everything for a sad man." ”

"And what about you, and what are you for?" The woman finally turned her attention to Richard, and his performance just now showed the woman that he was more than just John's helper.

"Me? Would you believe me if I said I was here to kill the chairman of the high table? ”

"A fool would believe it."

"Well, I'm actually a shadow."

"Shadows?"

"Yes, it's the kind of shadow, it's just prepared for a special situation, if this special situation doesn't appear, then no one will know about my shadow in this life."

"You go on." The woman believed it, because this kind of shadow is not uncommon in large organizations.

"As a result, just after I finished training, that particular situation came along." At this time, Richard looked at John and made the woman understand that this particular situation was related to him.

"Gianna. D'Antonio, for whatever reason, was the first president of the high table to be killed in office. So, this tells me that everyone in the world, the chairman of the high table, can also be killed. Richard carefully made up his lies, "So, I came out to help John and killed the second chairman, so do you think, can we kill the third or even more presidents?" ”

"You were able to kill Sandino because he didn't expect anyone to dare to kill someone in the Continental Hotel."

"Yes, I don't deny that, but didn't those directors think that there would be anyone who would dare to resist them?"

“.... I can't take that risk. The woman shook her head, they were not the forces behind Richard, nor were they single-handedly like Richard, any decision she made would decide the lives of thousands of people.

"I know, I'm not going to take that risk, but we might as well make a bet."

"What bet?"

"I bet even if you help us get out of New York, the high table won't dare kill you."

"Hmph, are you fools for us, such a childish agitation." The bald head behind the woman sneered and said, at the same time, he was also reminding the boss not to be fooled.

"Hehe, didn't you bring us here to help us? What's the downside of taking a gamble? Just because we're here, the table has enough excuses to kill you, but what if they don't dare to kill you? That proves that they are also beginning to worry about their rule, because, perhaps, countless forces have begun to disobey their orders. Of course, John and I continue to survive, and this process will be exacerbated. ”

The woman and the bald head looked at each other and began to think seriously about this question.