Watson Wick rarely gave up his angry red tie, changed into a dark tie, combed his hair into an adult, and put on a handsome suit, looking a little cold and handsome.

It wasn't John who said it, it was Mrs. Wick.

She seemed to see Watson, who was in love, and made Xizi hold her heart.

The corners of Watson's mouth were slightly raised, and he was uninhibited and cold, which was really the same thing.

John wanted to go over with Watson, he didn't want to agree, but he couldn't stand Mrs. Wick's family coming over on the plane, and if he didn't agree, those uncles would probably perform chest crushing Watson.

John is a wizard, and Watson doesn't really have much idea of his son's strength, but he still thinks his son has grown up.

Watson drove, and John sat in the back seat.

He was dressed in a dark outfit, solemn and solemn, with a delicate and special badge on his chest.

The car drove into Wallace Manor, and the bodyguard at the door saw that it was Watson, said hello, and let him go.

"Mr. Wick, Sean is waiting for you."

The bald middle-aged black housekeeper approached the father and son who had just gotten out of the car, and when he saw John, the housekeeper was stunned at first.

"My son, don't worry too much." Watson said casually.

"Don't keep Sean waiting too long."

Watson brought some contracts, which were some of the equity funds that Finn Wallace had given him to invest in.

Seeing this, the butler didn't say much, and led Watson through the antechamber and upstairs.

John noticed that the bigwigs who were supposed to talk about repayment kept their mouths shut when they saw Watson.

Their eyes fell on the pile of contracts held by Watson, with greedy expressions.

"Daddy is really a sweetheart."

Seeing this scene, John knew a little more about his father's situation.

Silently remembering the faces of these people, John followed his father upstairs.

Sean Wallace is the eldest son of Finn Wallace, and his expression is gloomy, and his brow seems to be tangled together by his father's death.

After seeing Watson's arrival, the gloomy expression was less.

"Watson, great, you're here." Sean didn't give anyone a good face after the funeral, and no one shook hands.

He didn't want to shake hands with someone who might kill his father.

Watson squeezed his hand together, and Sean finally had a touch of trust in his eyes.

"Those people, they could all kill my father, I know, only you won't do that."

As he spoke, a look of resentment flashed across Sean's face.

Watson was pulled by him to sit down, and took out a few papers from the file bag he was carrying and placed them on the table.

"These are all investments that Mr. Wallace has commissioned me to make, and in addition to these, there are shares in several companies and funds deposited in the fund."

Hundreds of millions of documents were taken out, Sean glanced at them, and gave the housekeeper a look.

The butler playfully took his son, who also worked for Wallace, and when they left, there were only three people left in the room.

Sean approached Watson and whispered, "Watson, now only you can help me find out who killed my father." ”

He looked earnest and said in a sincere tone: "My father has always told me that you are the person he trusts the most, and I have always regarded you as family. ”

Watson was a little moved by what he said, pondered for a while, and said with a wry smile: "Sean, you should know that I am only responsible for investment. ”

"Watson!" Sean interrupted him and said sincerely, "Help me, I'll make you Wallace's most respected friend." ”

But Watson really doesn't know that he has a set of tricks to make money, and there is no conspiracy between these bigwigs.

He refused again, and this time Sean's face was a little unpleasant.

Sean took a deep breath and said with some fierce threats in his tone: "You have all the legitimate business of your father, this is a lot of money, and those guys will not let you go." ”

Seeing that family affection is not good, Sean is ready to come hard, he sneered: "Your means are very good, but those guys are inhumane, he will take away your most cherished family and chop off your son's fingers, you should know the character of those people." ”

John's face is strange, I'm still here, don't you think that's too much?

Sure enough, Watson's face turned gloomy, and the last thing he wanted was to involve his family.

Sean confidently leaned back on the couch and looked relaxed.

Watson hesitated, admitting that some of his clients might have inside information about the killing of Finn Wallace, but his work ethic made him reluctant to use it.

There was a knock on the door outside, urging Sean to go down and officiate at the funeral.

"You think about it."

Sean got up and patted Watson on the shoulder, and as he approached the door, a voice suddenly sounded.

"If my father doesn't help, will Mr. Wallace be one of the people who will deal with my family?"

Sean thought there were only two people in the room, but suddenly heard a voice and a shocked look on his face.

Look warily around the room, trying to find the source.

John, who had been standing in the shadows, stepped out, and he stood beside Sean and looked him straight in the eye.

Sean was startled, this appeared like a ghost, if it was a killer, I am afraid that he would be dead.

"Who are you?" Sean even wanted to call the outside bodyguards in, his back wet with cold sweat.

"John Wick."

Staring into Sean's eyes, John said word by word: "Watson Wick's son is the one you said you were going to have your fingers chopped off." ”

As he spoke, John raised his hands, as if to say that my fingers were still there.

Sean was so shocked that he even wanted to ask John where he was from.

Finally Watson spoke, he got up and looked at Sean and said, "Sean, I will give you all the things that Mr. Wallace has, and I will not be involved in these things." ”

"Watson, it's your choice." Sean's face sank.

John watched his dad make a decision, turned sideways, and gave Sean the door.

Sean walked out with a gloomy face, and he had to read the eulogy for his father.

Watson took John down, and when he saw the body of his old friend, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

John glanced at Finn Wallace, well, an old man, who had been shot in the head.

Other than that, there is no other feeling.

Sitting with Watson, John's expression shifted slightly, and he looked at a man standing not far away.

His mouth moved, and he said inaudibly: "Wizard? ”

At the bigwigs' party, John sees the wizard.

He squinted, the other party's nose was half missing, and he didn't look like a decent wizard.

Tilting his head, he looked in the other direction, which was also a wizard.

There are a total of five wizards in the whole big guy party, and they don't seem to know each other, and they are wary of others.

"It looks like wizards work for Muggles too."

John, who had not been noticed, looked indifferent, and his scrutinizing gaze had already stripped the bottom of these wizards.

Not a serious wizard, much less an Auror.

There is a high probability that he is a dark wizard, working for Muggles, and his strength should not be good.

To the average person, these methods are impossible to prevent, but John has a dozen ways to kill them.

Someone left during the funeral, and Sean's eyes were fixed on the man's back, forcing him not to shoot.

When it was over, Watson was ready to leave with John.

At this time, a big black guy came over, he was burly and strong, and he was surrounded by four or five black men who were also burly and difficult to mess with.

"Watson, I hope you'll think about it."

The black man's gaze swept over John, full of danger.

John raised his eyes, but did not take them to heart.

Watson's face was cold, and he took John into the car and left.

Before leaving, John also saw the black man standing next to the wizard who had just lost a nose.

The two of them were talking, and the black man said something, and the dark wizard nodded with a cruel smile.

"Looks like something happened in the evening."

When John got home, Mrs. Wick first came to hug her son, then looked her husband up and down.

Dinner.

Under the shocked gazes of the two of them, John ate casually and got up to go to the basement.

Watson scratched his head and hesitated, "Could it be that you scared him today?" ”

He thought that John was frightened by the big guy's party, and Mrs. Wick felt that her craftsmanship had regressed, and she was more distressed about her son.

Originally, I thought that John was growing up so quickly because he lost weight, but now it seems that it may be that the food at Hogwarts is not good.

She picked up the phone and dialed out, and after three rings, the phone was connected, and a lazy female voice rang, "Hey? ”

"Lucy, last time you said that you bought a recipe from Master Chen, the little master of the Heavenly Empire, a special chef, and sent it to me, and I paid double the price."

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