There were more dead people than here, and the old man had done a lot of them.
But if they all died at the hands of a single person, the number of these people would decrease dramatically.
If the people who died were the 12 Masterminds of the high platform table, then the number could be counted on one hand.
And the large group of people who had died in front of him were the core forces of the Fraternity, who dominated the high platform table with their martial arts and assassinations.
This was the first time in his life that the old man had encountered something like this.
This was also why he had been so respectful earlier.
To a certain extent, a person who could flatten the Fraternity's headquarters could already be regarded as an existence on the same level as the 12 Masterminds.
What a single person could do couldn't compare to what a group could do, but he could kill most people who opposed him — including the 12 Masterminds and their direct subordinates.
Assassins were chess pieces on the high platform table, but when this chess piece was strong enough to surpass the power of the chess player, there weren't many people who were willing to fight him head-on.
Nobody was stupid; only fools would do something that didn't benefit them.
Besides, Night Devil John was best at ambushing and assassinating. How many people on the high platform table could resist this legendary assassin who had flattened the Fraternity?
The old man didn't know how the high platform table would deal with John later, but before the high platform table made an announcement, John was an existence that needed to be feared.
As the cleaning work continued, the workers first separated the bodies and checked the identities of each body.
Soon, the preliminary sorting work was completed. A worker walked over, his face full of shock but also excitement. He said in a low voice, "Boss, we've checked it out. Apart from Sloan, the other 18 famous assassins are all dead. Sixteen were shot in the head, and only Butcher suffered a knife wound before he was nailed to the ground by a steel drill. "
The old man exhaled and didn't say anything. He just waved his hand and signaled for the worker to continue working.
After the worker walked away, he took out his phone, dialed a number, and said in a low voice, "Winston, I have big news for you. It's about Mr. Wick …"
A moment later, Winston, who was in the Continental Hotel, put down his phone, rubbed his forehead, and murmured, "Calm down, I need to calm down. Let me think, let me think … "
He had always admired John Wick, and knew that the guy was very capable.
But this time … you've gone too far, haven't you? You should've said so earlier that Santino wouldn't have dared to provoke you! Winston could not help falling into a deep trance.
It wasn't that he didn't care about this news, but it was useless even if he did.
John had wiped out the core force of the Fraternity all by himself. He had never heard of such a thing in his decades of life.
Those were the twelve masterminds of the high platform table, and they were also the most powerful. How could they be killed just like that?
Even though the mastermind representing the Mutual Assistance Association was still alive, that old monster Sloan and more than ten famous assassins were all dead.
Especially Sloan. This old fellow hadn't made a move for many years, but Winston was very clear about some of the rumors from back then.
That mastermind was only the "brain" of the Fraternity, while the "body" that represented action was Sloan and those assassins.
What's the use of a Mutual Aid Association with only a few heads left?
Even if that mainframe used its own armed forces to supplement it, it still couldn't compare to Sloan.
The rebuilt Mutual Assistance Association would at most have the body of a baby with a big head, and its strength would inevitably be greatly weakened for a long time.
He then thought of the Tarasov family, which had lost at least thirty percent of its strength, and the Camorra family, which had lost two heirs in a row. He couldn't help but sigh. "The high platform table won't be peaceful anymore!"
With this phone call, the news that all the core forces of the Fraternity had been killed in battle spread at an extremely fast speed.
Phones rang one after another in the middle of the night. All the middle-level and big shots were dumbfounded by this news, and then immediately began to think about the benefits involved.
That Night Devil John wasn't a big problem. At most, he had a bad temper, and he would kill anyone who provoked him.
But almost all those who provoked him were dead, and the others hadn't provoked him yet.
The real benefits were in the hands of the Tarasov family, the Camorra family, and the Fraternity.
Who asked them to provoke the Night Devil, and their strength was greatly reduced?
Compared to the lonely, smelly, stubborn Night Devil who had nothing to gain, these three families had the most things worth coveting.
Overnight, the Fraternity had been wiped clean from the extremely powerful to the top combat forces. Weren't they the fat sheep on the scene?
If they didn't scrape a few pieces of meat off of them, what kind of big shot were they?
For a moment, the atmosphere at the high table was treacherous, and it looked even more like something big was about to happen.
On the other side, Luke, who had caused all this turmoil, had already returned home.
After telling Selina, he went to the basement. Unable to suppress his restless heart any longer, he took a deep breath and pressed the button to modify the system panel.
Would it hurt to give up on converting the Loom of Destiny into 500,000 credit points? Hehe, that was impossible.
With his recent hard work, he had earned more than 100,000 experience and credit points.
This was enough to prove that experience and credit points were like that; there was always a way to get them.
However, there were only a few things that could upgrade the functions of the system itself.
It was obvious that the system would only take a fancy to objects that had a certain magic attribute. Naturally, he couldn't let it go.
As the button was pressed, the system fell silent.
Luke could sense that it was still there, but he couldn't use any of its functions.
He tried the storage function and the system panel. After confirming that they couldn't be used, he didn't think too much about it.
After tonight's job, no matter what happened in the future, he would take a good rest for a few days.
The news that the Fraternity had been wiped out was enough of a deterrent.
Even if the twelve masterminds decided to deal with him, they wouldn't be too quick.
The three masterminds who had stood out had all suffered heavy losses. The others probably wouldn't be in a hurry to go into battle and give up their lives.
The biggest possibility was that Luke and Jaina had devised a "historical problem" in advance — Santino's Blood Oath Badge hadn't been completed.
With this excuse, whether it was getting Jaina, the resurrected head of the Camorra family, to avenge her brother, or directly issuing an extermination order at the high table, it was all in order.
But none of this could get past Jaina.
Luke wasn't in a hurry, and Jaina wasn't either.
The longer this dragged on, the more stable her position as head of the family would be.
Luke had killed a lot of the Camorra people, but it wasn't the kind of old guys who took advantage of their seniority and didn't listen to orders; it was Santino's men.
It was just these people and their bodyguards who had died. The Camorra hadn't used their true strength at all.
Besides, these "losses" of the Camorra weren't Jaina's losses. Instead, it would greatly increase her control over the Camorra.
After a few months of adjustment, the Camorra would only become stronger.
As an accomplice, Jaina would share the relevant information with him.
With one of the twelve masterminds as his eyes and ears, he wasn't afraid of what the high table was planning.
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