Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 211: God Creation (Part )

At night, in an underground bar in an area near the west coast of Manhattan Island in New York.

Initiated by the Italians entrenched in New York, in addition to the forces belonging to the Continental Hotel, several big figures who controlled the New York underground world all gathered here at this time.

There was only one topic for discussion, which was how to get the mainland hotels, which were expanding rapidly at the time, to give up some of their profits to them.

Of course, to put it nicely, it is called giving in, but to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than being jealous of others who were making money, expanding their base, and adding staff during the Great Depression.

I don't want to join the franchise and be subordinate to others. I want the business and the territory, but I don't want to pay. What do you think I should do?

But they all know that the mainland hotel industry is now large and powerful, and that they have taken advantage of the Great Depression to infiltrate into all walks of life and are pursuing all-round development.

If they really go to war with the Continental Hotel, they can't say they've made a lot of money if they win, but they will definitely lose a lot if they lose. So everyone gathered here just to discuss how to put pressure on the Continental Hotel, especially the elusive John Wick behind the scenes, so that he would voluntarily give up some of his profits to them.

But after much discussion, none of these big shots who could make the New York underworld tremble with just a stamp of their feet dared to stand up and be the first to attack the expanding Continental Hotel.

Because they are afraid of one person, the man who uprooted the Irish entrenched in Brooklyn overnight with just a pencil more than a year ago, ate up their assets, and quietly turned the entire Continental Hotel into a giant in the New York underworld today, John Wick.

In this shady meeting, the Irish, the victims who came from other places, were also present.

The Irish and Italians can be said to be the main members of the underworld in the United States. They all run their businesses as families, and there are blood ties between the states.

When Wang Yi uprooted the Irish in Brooklyn, the Irish in other cities did not retaliate immediately after receiving the news. The reason was very simple, because they could not figure out the truth, and the power of rumors was too strong.

Having been able to operate in the American underground world for many years, he naturally knew about the existence of aliens, and he also knew that John Wick, who killed all his relatives, was an alien.

But from the information they heard, it was basically about John Wick killing everyone with just a pencil, causing the annihilation of all his relatives, the only difference was the number of kills.

Who would dare to come and call for justice without knowing the details of such a fierce and ruthless person? After all, he is a relative, not one's parents or children. There is no need to risk one's life for such a big deal.

Coupled with the mediation of Winston, who is familiar with the rules of the underground world, the Continental Hotel has been able to develop quietly over the past year.

But now times have changed. When the Great Depression hit, no matter whether you were in New York or anywhere else, everyone became pauper and there was no more money to be made.

Although selling illegal liquor is not the only way to make money for gangsters, trafficking, drugs, and gambling are also ways to make money.

But who would complain about not having enough money? Especially when seeing former colleagues making a lot of money, it is more painful than losing money. Especially when they are not viewed with tinted glasses like they are, they are full of envy and jealousy.

"So what's going on now? No one dares to stand up and confront John Wick? He is an Inhuman. Are there no Inhumans on our side? And Inhumans are not invincible. Are we short of guns or bullets?"

Seeing that no rules had been worked out, the Irish, who had been the victims, got angry first. If they knew a few words of Chinese, they would have shouted at these guys who only wanted to take advantage and not suffer any loss, "You are not worthy of being a consultant!"

Everyone looked at each other, no one wanted to speak, and some even wanted to add fuel to the fire, wanting the Irish, the victims, to take the lead.

Outside the meeting, a group of experts and cadres brought by the bigwigs from all sides to be responsible for security were also watching the meeting, and everyone had different ideas in their minds.

But there is a consensus that these big guys who were once considered big shots in their eyes now behave like those street thugs, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

In this comparison, the image of John Wick, the elusive character at the center of this conference, seems to have become more majestic.

They all started out with shady businesses, but they quickly cleaned themselves up and transformed themselves into asset tycoons, and they also gave back to society at this critical time.

Not to mention that they only recruit registered members who have spent money in mainland hotels, but they won't stop you from registering as a member now to get a share of the relief money.

Others are reducing costs and increasing efficiency, but you are raising prices and laying off employees? What a situation!
Just when everyone had different thoughts in their minds, a burst of orderly footsteps accompanied by a sentence suddenly appeared in the meeting.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Wang Yi and Winston walking out of the darkness wearing Italian suits with two buttons fastened and narrow-leg trousers.

After the two strangers Wang Yi and Winston appeared, a name popped up in everyone's mind first.

"John Wick!"

Wang Yi, who pulled over a bench and sat down, also nodded in response.

With a snap of his fingers, Winston, who was in charge of the entourage, walked to the bar, took out a wine glass, ice cubes and a bottle of whiskey with the 'Everywhere' logo printed on it, came to Wang Yi and poured him a drink.

The bottle of whiskey with the 'Everywhere' logo on it in Winston's hand was particularly eye-catching in everyone's eyes.

But it also made everyone present tremble with fear, because since this meeting was held to target the Mainland Hotel, it must have been searched inside and out, and there was no way that the wine cabinet would have stuff from the Mainland Hotel, it would be embarrassing.

But the other person was so familiar with the place, which meant that he had been waiting for them here since the moment their meeting started, and even listened to their long and boring meeting.

"Kougua! John Wick, when did you come!"

"Open the door to do business. How can you do business if you can't even get through the door?"

Wang Yi sipped his wine as he looked at these guys who dared to be angry with him but not to speak out. Among them were some skilled alien fighters, the kind that he, under the alias of John Wick and using only the triple level of Reverse Life, would not be able to kill them all in a short time.

And as he appeared in such an elusive manner, everyone present looked at him with shock and fear. This emotion of fear was transforming into invisible Qi that silently entered the scroll in his arms and was absorbed by the god in the scroll.

Only Wang Yi, the owner who is connected to the gods in this painting, can feel this change.

It seems that all living beings believe in Qi. Worship is a kind of belief, and fear is also a kind of belief. After all, they are gods, and thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the emperor.

"John Wick! We have a score to settle. You haven't forgotten how you got started, have you?"

As the victim, the Irish took the initiative as soon as Wang Yiyi appeared. They were the first to jump out, wanting to take the lead and overwhelm others.

But what greeted him was only Wang Yi's honest and defense-breaking words.

"Sorry, who are you?"

Before the victim could get angry, Wang Yi pulled a pencil from his pocket and placed it on the oak table in front of him.

"Oh, by the way, the night is long and I'm going to sit here anyway. Let me show you a magic trick. Watch me make this pencil disappear."

The sudden change of topic and the complete lack of regard for him made the hot-tempered Irish victim angry and he stepped forward. He didn't believe that this guy would dare to do him in front of everyone.

The next second, he found his head uncontrollably hitting the pencil that Wang Yili had placed on the oak table.

He only heard a muffled sound, and then he could no longer sense anything.

But in the eyes of others, Wang Yi's action was so fast that it took less than three seconds from start to finish, and the pencil was already embedded in the victim's forehead.

With such a noise and such a force, there was not a single mark left on the oak table. Even the blood started to flow out only after the guy fell to the ground.

This kind of precise control made the experts on the field feel shocked. When had they ever seen such a sophisticated killing method?
This gang are either pseudo-innate mutants born from social drug experiments of the mutant organization Ant Nest, or innate mutants. They basically play a big fight with superpowers, and if things don't work out, they pull out guns.

If we really talk about life and death fights, the American aliens who lack innate foundation have to call the East Asian alien circle the ancestors. "Then who, yes, it's you, drag this guy down and throw him into the Hudson River to feed the fish. By the way, ask two people to drag him down to the ground, so as not to dirty everyone's shoes."

Wang Yi pointed at a blond guy in the crowd who was quite attractive and asked him to come over and do the work.

Ordering their younger brothers to do things in front of a group of underground bosses is truly a slap in the face, but seeing Wang Yi's exquisite killing method, none of them dared to stand up.

Not only them, but also the skilled aliens they brought with them, did not dare to act rashly at this moment, as they could not understand the opponent's methods.

Are you kidding? How can they understand this? Although I only practiced the third level of Reverse Life as a minor, this third level of Reverse Life is recognized as a world-class skill by all sects in my hometown.

If the Golden Light Mantra of Mount Longhu is unique in the world because it relies on constantly tempering the numerical value of life cultivation, then the Three Levels of Reverse Rebirth is unique in the world because of its invincible mechanism that can cultivate both inside and outside.

Those blows that could shatter an ordinary alien into pieces, however, would leave no harm to a disciple of the Sanyi Sect who had entered the second level, unless you were able to blow him in the head. But looking around the world, how many aliens could do that?

There are only a few dozen super-dimensional geniuses, and the rest are the same.

Not to mention that he had developed three derivative methods from the Threefold Reverse Life. If he had not been afraid that there might be strange people in New York who had been to the Republic of China and seen the world, he would have wanted to use those three methods to open their eyes. But now it seems like a waste of time.

The blond guy was very quick and efficient and cleaned up everything quickly. Wang Yi also took out a gold coin with the Continental Hotel logo from his pocket and put it in the blond guy's hand.

This was when he asked James to go to the bank to exchange a large amount of gold for storage, and he took out a portion of it and asked Winston to make it.

As for mainland hotels, they must have their own characteristics.

"Keep it. You can use this gold coin to exchange for a service at the Continental Hotel or any company in the Continental Group. The content is unlimited. It depends on whether you think before making the request. After all, we are not a Room of Requirement that can grant anything."

The blond guy looked at the gold coin in his hand, and then looked at the man in front of him who was only a few years older than him and looked like a brother. He somehow accepted the gold coin, completely ignoring the murderous gaze of his boss.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Wick."

"You're welcome. By the way, can I know your name?"

"Giorno Giovanna, Mr. Wick."

"Well, your father's name isn't Dio Brando, is it?"

"Ah? No sir, my father's name is Jonathan Joestar, and he adopted me."

"It sounds like your father is a good man. Are you interested in working at the Continental Hotel? At your age, you should be studying, not here."

"John Wick!"

Seeing Wang Yi chatting with his subordinates nonchalantly and trying to poach their employees, the Italian boss who was in charge couldn't stand it anymore and slammed the table.

Following his signal, the strangers in the conference room also prepared to take action.

But Wang Yi snapped his fingers slowly.

Magical power: draw a line on the ground to make a prison!
The invisible cage that had been set up long ago fell down in an instant, covering everyone present.

Without relying on other means, simply using the three levels of reverse life and the true Qi in the body to create these dozens of invisible cages would definitely be compromised in terms of solidity. But to break free, ordinary people certainly cannot do it, and extraordinary people also need time.

This time is enough for Wang Yi to clean up the place.

It's just that he came here to establish his authority and show off his power in front of others. If he kills them all, no one will help him make his image of John Wick deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the entire New York underground world.

He also wanted to see what kind of power this large-scale rumor would give to the god in the scroll in his arms.

Ignoring the surprised look of the young man in front of him, Wang Yi turned around and looked at these guys who had become lambs to be slaughtered, then he spoke slowly.

"Since you can't come to a conclusion, let me give you a plan. Either we stay like this and live in peace."

"You call this the most precious thing?"

Before he could finish his words, the guy who interrupted was cut into pieces by an invisible sharp blade in front of everyone's eyes and scattered all over the ground.

Under Wang Yi's exquisite control, these fragments were still surrounded by the prison made of drawn ground, without a drop of blood dripping on the ground.

Wang Yi didn't care what the other people who witnessed the lingchi were thinking and continued talking.

"Or you can choose to join the Continental Hotel, which is an organization managed by my good friend Winston. As compensation, the Continental Hotel's business will also be open to you."

"As for the transactions in this process, such as the flow of funds, have you seen the gold coins I gave to this young man? You can use this as a substitute. Of course, you have to buy it with money. You can discuss the specific cost with Winston. He will give you a good plan. We are all businessmen, and I think you can hear my sincerity from my words. Okay, now that I have finished speaking, who is in favor and who is against?"

Looking at the corpses that were shattered to the ground like building blocks, and seeing that no one on the field could break free from the cage, the big guys in the underworld had already admitted defeat, but due to face, no one wanted to be the first to say it.

But sometimes not speaking is an attitude.

"Very good, it seems that everyone thinks this is a good deal, so I won't say much. It's late, and I should go back to rest. Good night, everyone. Giorno, let's go together."

Giorno, a blond boy who had no idea why Wang Yi favored him, followed him in a daze.

As Wang Yi's agent, Winston was also responsible for the aftermath.

He took out a handful of crafted Continental Hotel gold coins from his arms and placed them on the table. He also took out wine glasses and ice cubes and placed them in front of these big guys who had not yet escaped from Wang Yi's cage, and poured wine.

Then he took his wine glass and clinked it with the glasses in front of them one by one.

"Cheers gentlemen, from tonight on, we are colleagues."

As they spoke, Wang Yi also cooperated to unlock the cages that trapped these big guys.

Looking at Wang Yi who had left long ago, and Winston who was standing there fearlessly and asking them to toast, no one dared to say a word.

Because under their feet, blood had already soaked into their shoes without them knowing it.

With Wang Yi's move, the entire New York underground world changed its flag overnight and became the base of mainland hotels.

Wang Yi fulfilled his promise to his partner Winston, making him the uncrowned king of the New York underworld.

As the underground world changed its flag, the legend about John Wick, the founder of the Continental Hotel, slowly fermented in the streets and alleys. The faith of all living beings with respect and awe also continued to flow into the gods in Wang Yi's scroll.

A god named John Wick was also officially born from the scroll.

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