Just as he finished the call, he heard Vigo describe how John Wick had killed his way from the nightclub's rooftop to the first floor, killing all the chess pieces that Pushkin had planted around Vigo, and swaggering out of the nightclub with Vigo's son, Irsov.
Although his son had been kidnapped, Vigo had to admit that John Wick was indeed a super expert. This filled Abram with confidence that he could invite John Wick to carry out the mission, and he walked back with a face full of excitement.
But before he could take a few steps, he saw that the super expert that he had been looking forward to was lifted up by the neck single-handedly by the seemingly harmless William in the blink of an eye.
Looking at John Wick, who didn't dare to move like a dead fish, the shock in Abram's heart was indescribable. He opened his mouth wide and looked at William with a face full of horror.
Winston and Charon, who were closest to William, were also astonished at his speed. The two of them had some understanding of William's skills, but they didn't expect William's skills to be so fast that they couldn't even react in time.
And John Wick, who had experienced it firsthand, could only be described as a stormy sea. It really only took a blink of an eye for him to be single-handedly restrained.
Feeling the strength from William's palm, John Wick knew very well that if William wanted to, his neck would immediately snap like straw.
John Wick, who knew every organ of the human body like the back of his hand, didn't dare to move. Otherwise, without William's strength, his 90kg body would snap his own neck.
This made Abram and Winston feel that John Wick didn't dare to resist at all. It was as if he was willing to die if William wanted him dead.
Only Charon, who was also an expert, understood that John Wick's best choice was not to move. Otherwise, before John Wick could even raise his gun to resist, his neck would immediately snap.
After feeling the pain on his neck and the difficulty in breathing, John Wick finally recovered from his shock. He hurriedly pressed his hands on William's wrist that was holding his neck to borrow strength.
After reducing the force exerted by his body on his cervical vertebra and his breathing became slightly smoother, he hurriedly explained.
"Mr. Devonshire, I didn't want to betray you. This is a misunderstanding."
William narrowed his eyes as he stared at John Wick's distorted face and eyes that were filled with the desire to live.
"I don't think it's a misunderstanding. The look in your eyes just now disgusted me. I can feel what you're thinking. Love has gone to your head, making you lose your reason and think that you can go against the whole world."
"Wait, William, let go of Wick first." Having lived for decades, the cunning Winston knew very well what William was going to say next.
It was nothing more than some harsh words, and in Winston's eyes, those harsh words were nonsense. There was no benefit in using harsh words.
Therefore, he hurriedly interrupted William to prevent his nephew from saying something irreparable in his rage and causing him to be at odds with his subordinates. If he really fell out with his subordinates due to suspicion, he would have no choice but to kill John Wick.
Now that they hadn't fallen out, and John Wick also wanted to explain, the logic was still on William's side.
As for the rule of not killing in the Continental Hotel, Winston didn't want to mention it at all.
He didn't want the young and impetuous William to hear it and think that he let John Wick go because he was scared by the Continental Hotel.
For the sake of face, if he really broke John Wick's neck in anger out of humiliation, then the matter would really be irreparable.
The High Table wouldn't care if William was his nephew or not. For the sake of the rules and reputation, they would definitely send someone to assassinate William.
As for whether they could kill William or not, that was another matter.
However, Winston definitely didn't want this to happen. He hurriedly said, "Let's talk nicely. Since Wick said that it's a misunderstanding, let him explain. Let Wick finish first before making a decision."
Even if William didn't want to listen to Winston's words, he still had to give him face. Moreover, in the current situation, he could either break John Wick's neck or let go of John Wick first.
After being broken by Winston, William calmed down a little. Killing John Wick now wouldn't do him any good.
William definitely wouldn't do anything that didn't benefit him.
Even if he had a falling out with John Wick, as long as he wanted to retire, he would still have some value.
For an assassin who was about to retire, William definitely wouldn't stop until he had squeezed out all his value.
Thinking of this, William chuckled and let go of John Wick's neck. He walked back to the sofa and sat down, waiting for John Wick to explain.
If the explanation satisfied him, he would still be a subordinate, and William felt that he was pretty good as a subordinate.
But if he wasn't satisfied, he would just treat it as waste material. As for the person who did the work, he could just find Carlos of the Cross in Switzerland.
By the way, he could find out how the training of Colin, who looked like Deadpool, was going.
As soon as he thought of the name Colin, William cursed in his heart. This name must be fake. Only an idiot mercenary would tell others his real name.
William, who was thinking about this, was interrupted by a violent "cough cough cough".
John Wick, who had just been put down, bent over and covered his neck. He greedily took a dozen breaths of air, but he breathed too hard and then began to cough violently.
William, who was sitting on the sofa, didn't rush him. He pointed to the sofa next to him and motioned to Abram, who was a little scared, to sit down.
As for Winston, now that there were outsiders, William didn't show any intention of getting too close to him, but if he knew Winston's painstaking care for him just now, he would definitely be very happy. This is really his uncle.
Winston rolled his eyes at William and waved to Abram, who didn't dare to come forward, indicating that he was fine.
With Winston as the host, Abram followed Winston to the sofa and sat down with a fawning expression.
He had no choice, he was now at the Continental Hotel, and people under the eaves had to bow their heads. Abram comforted himself in his heart, as long as he could get out of the hotel safely, it was okay to pretend to be a servant.
After coughing a dozen times, John Wick, who was gasping for breath for a long time, straightened his body with his head lowered, and looked at William, who was drinking whiskey, with some fear.
John Wick thought about it, then silently bent his right knee and wanted to kneel down on one knee.
But this time, just like the last time he wanted to kneel down, before his leg bent halfway, he was hit by a huge force and staggered back a dozen steps.
"Clink" A glass fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and was reflected in everyone's eyes.
John Wick retreated all the way to the edge of the stairs, and only when his heel touched the rising step did he stabilize his body. As soon as he stood still, he heard William's words.
"I'm not your parents, I'm not the emperor, and I'm not the one in heaven, so I don't like people kneeling, especially you, John Wick. Those who kneel to you don't have a good ending."
William cursed John Wick in his heart, just like the last time. Why couldn't he change this bad habit of kneeling? In the movie, John Wick knelt several times. Foreigners were really spineless, kneeling for no reason.
If you want to kneel, don't kneel to me. William didn't want to be scolded by Feiji's fans.
"I don't believe that kneeling means submission. I like to reason with people first. I only use guns and knives when I can't reason with them."
William poured himself another glass of whiskey, took a big gulp, and said, "Tell me, John Wick, is your life mine?"
John Wick was very grateful that William had refused to kneel to him twice. If it wasn't for the fact that he had no other choice, no one would be willing to kneel, so he quickly nodded, "Yes, Mr. Devonshire, my life is yours."
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