William hung up the phone with Michael and complained in his heart. Although that old man had a sense of justice, he was actually just like Yuriolov, who was known as the King of War. They both couldn't let go of what they were best at.
A sense of accomplishment was really important to a person. It determined his attitude towards his life and work.
Yuri realized that he wasn't good at anything other than selling firearms. He retired for a while for his wife and children, but in the end, he couldn't help but return to his old business and sell firearms.
Michael was disheartened by his wife's accidental death and faked his death to retire. However, after retirement, he had no love and no relatives. The too dull life made him confused and bored.
After seeing Alina's miserable state, the restless and impatient thoughts in his heart immediately found an excuse to move.
Eliminating the evil and bringing peace to the good was related to justice. Michael, who was used to walking on the edge of life and death, would find a suitable reason to take action.
He thought that since the people he killed were all scumbags, they were all trash who escaped the punishment of the law. Since the law couldn't punish them, he would do it himself.
Therefore, when he saw John Wick the next night, he smiled and said, "Help me keep an eye downstairs. If I'm exposed, I'll need you to help me. I can handle the things upstairs myself."
"No problem." John Wick nodded and took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses that only had a camera function and a phone for Michael.
"Mr. Devonshire asked me to give this to you. The glasses have a camera function. Mr. Devonshire wants to see how you'll deal with this matter."
"Hehe." Michael smiled. He understood what William meant. Wearing the glasses during the test before joining the gang was surprisingly suitable for him. "Looks like you've done a good job. The size is just right."
"It's good that you understand. Remember to turn on your phone before using it." After saying that, he adjusted his well-ironed suit, wiped his shiny back hair and walked slowly into a Polar Bear restaurant not far away.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, John Wick glanced around and finally sat down at a place where the camera couldn't capture him.
In authentic Polar Bear language and service industry, he ordered Kiev fried chicken, caviar, Russian borscht, traditional Russian muffins, chocolate ice cream, and finally a vodka.
Ten minutes later, the dishes were served one after another. John Wick had just taken a few bites when he saw Michael, who was wearing ordinary clothes and a baseball cap, walk into the front door of the restaurant with his head down. Taking advantage of the rush hour, the waiter did not notice him and went straight to the second floor.
John Wick, who was having dinner, and William, who was comfortably lying on the hotel sofa and drinking whiskey, soon found out about Michael's actions from Sunday.
John Wick put on his glasses while William turned on the TV and instructed Sunday to upload the video to the TV so that they could watch Michael's performance.
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Michael, who had done his homework beforehand, went straight to the office of Slavi, the leader of this stronghold. He knocked on the door, turned the handle, and walked into the office.
As soon as he entered, Michael's gaze quickly scanned the entire office. A thug wearing a pair of shiny leather shoes was sitting on the sofa two meters to the right of the door.
The three thugs were drinking and chatting in the small indoor bar while Slavi sat on the office chair and drank vodka.
Slavi, who was drinking vodka, saw Michael walk in and asked with a straight face, "Are you lost? Buddy. "
"How did you get up here?" A long-haired thug immediately stood in front of Slavi and blocked him. "Do you want me to chase him away?"
Michael took out a business card from his pocket. The unique girl on the business card let Slavi know that this was the business card they sent out to attract customers. In his heart, he thought that Michael was a customer who came to have fun.
He smiled and waved his hand at the long-haired thug. "No need."
Michael walked to the desk and put the business card on it. "I'm here for a girl named Alina."
Slavi waved his right hand that was holding the wine glass on the table and sneered, "Sorry, I have too many girls under me. I don't have any impression of someone named Alina. Maybe you can take a picture of her and send it to me the next time you visit her.
Let me know who is so powerful that she can charm an old man like you who can't move. Maybe I'll take more jobs for her as a reward. "
"Haha," Slavi's four men in the office burst into laughter.
Michael looked at the long-haired thug and Slavi's indifferent, cold, and mocking faces with a black face. He felt disgusted and irritable for no reason.
But when he thought of the hidden danger of fighting in a place like the restaurant with so many people, he deliberately said, "Maybe I can pay to buy Alina. Cash, how about that?"
"Haha," Slavi's face was full of sarcasm. "You're humiliating me. You know, even if I kill her, I won't buy our Polar Bear beauty for you Americans."
"Also, look at what kind of junk you're wearing. I don't think you have that much money to buy Alina. She's underage. You Americans have a lot of perverts who like her. They're willing to spend a lot of money to buy her for a night. She's a money tree, and she's long-term."
Staring into Michael's eyes, Slavi didn't see the anger and fear that ordinary people should have. Instead, he saw calmness and indifference.
This made him unhappy, and at the same time, he became vigilant. The way he looked at Michael slowly became fierce. He deliberately provoked Michael with his words.
"Even an old man like you wants to buy Alina. Looks like she's really rich. Hey, I plan to sell her as a virgin to the underground auction house. Do you know how much I can sell her for?"
Underage, sell. These two words made Michael unable to bear the thought of killing everyone in front of him.
He even felt that every breath they took was a pollution to the world.
Going to hell was the most suitable ending for these scumbags. If they had souls, Michael would definitely tear them apart with his own hands.
However, he wasn't a greenhorn. Once he decided to make a move, the excitement in his mind made him even more clear-headed.
He was standing in the middle of the office, and the biggest threat to him was five or six meters behind him. If he made a move now, he wouldn't be able to kill the gunman immediately.
After thinking about this, Michael restrained his aura. He blinked his eyes and showed fear on his face. He was angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. He also avoided Slavi's eyes.
This made Slavi, who had been staring at Michael, very satisfied and relieved. Soon, Slavi, who had been mesmerized by Michael's honest face, lost interest in fooling around with this poor old man who had no money at all.
"Get lost. Talking to you idiots is a waste of my time and life."
Michael nodded calmly and retreated to the door under the ridicule of the five scumbags. He couldn't hold back the thought of killing them. If he didn't kill the five scumbags here, he wouldn't be able to live comfortably in the future.
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