Premeditation

Winston's voice no longer carried its initial confidence, but he still said, "He broke the Rules in my hotel."

The Adjudicator replied with a stern face, "That is precisely the problem. Your hotel."

"Where is your loyalty?"

Winston stared at the aggressive Adjudicator and said, "I have served for over forty years..."

The Adjudicator looked at Winston solemnly. "Under the High Table, serve the High Table. The High Table stands above all else."

"I know you are loyal, but this matter cannot be allowed to continue."

"Let me make this clear: I am here to adjudicate you."

"You have one week to settle your affairs."

Hearing the Adjudicator say this, Winston asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

The Adjudicator continued, "By then, your successor will be appointed."

"Only the existence of Rules can distinguish us from..."

Winston cut in, "Animals."

The Adjudicator nodded. "That's right."

"You have seven days."

With that, the Adjudicator turned to leave. After taking two steps, she turned back to Winston and said, "In the meantime, if you need assistance with the transition, you may find me in Room 217."

Winston looked at the Adjudicator and said, "I hope you enjoy your stay at The Continental Hotel."

Winston did not say this to welcome her, but to remind the Adjudicator that he was still the master of The Continental Hotel.

The Adjudicator gave Winston a long look. Without saying anything more, she turned and left.

Inside the Training Room.

Charlotte Doyle was refining Chakra. Ever since awakening the system three years ago, he had been exercising his body and refining Chakra.

After all, he had been exposed to Chakra for far too short a time. Although the system could grant him more Chakra and character skills, allowing him to use those skills smoothly.

Still, Charlotte Doyle had begun learning Chakra far too late. Unlike in the Naruto World, where children started coming into contact with Chakra at five or six years old.

More importantly, at the same age of five or six, Charlotte could not leap onto rooftops in a single bound like the children of the Naruto World, nor could he match their speed.

The difference in the number of cells clearly told Charlotte Doyle that his physical constitution was that of an ordinary person in the Marvel World.

Chakra was born from spiritual energy combined with cellular energy. Fewer cells and weaker physical fitness naturally meant less Chakra.

For Charlotte to catch up to third-year Ninja Academy children through three years of training, he could already be said to have put in tremendous effort.

From the moment Umino Iruka had been recruited, he had become Charlotte's ninja teacher. Although Charlotte had some understanding and guesses regarding Ninjutsu, actually using it was an entirely different matter.

He had trained in tree climbing and water walking, but aside from skills, the only Ninjutsu he had additionally learned were the Clone Technique and Transformation Jutsu. As for the Substitution Technique, the one provided by the system was simply better.

As for the so-called Rasengan and Chidori Stream, it was not that Charlotte did not want to develop them himself. His strength simply did not allow it.

You could tell a non-full-time third-year Ninja Academy student the principles, but he still would not be able to figure out those two Ninjutsu on his own.

It was not that Charlotte was stupid. He had simply been exposed to them for far too little time.

Charlotte was sitting on a cushion refining Chakra when he suddenly heard the Training Room door open.

Stopping his Chakra refinement, Charlotte gestured invitingly to John Wick as he approached and said, "Sit here."

John Wick sat down on the cushion opposite Charlotte Doyle and quietly looked at him.

"Have all your injuries recovered?"

John touched his shoulder and neck, then said, "They have all healed. Your recovery room is truly effective."

Charlotte nodded and said, "To become one of the Thirteen Seats of the High Table, the first thing we need to do is find the location of the High Table headquarters."

"I do not know the exact location. Do you?"

After thinking for a moment, John Wick said, "I do not know the exact location of the High Table headquarters, but I only know that it is roughly in the desert near Casablanca."

"There is an Elder who has been stationed there year-round."

Hearing John mention the desert of Casablanca, Charlotte smiled. "If you went there now, could you meet the Elder of that line?"

John thought for a moment before answering uncertainly, "If I went alone, there is a chance I might be taken before the Elder. If we went together, the Elder of the High Table might not show himself."

"Alright. Then go to Casablanca and meet the Elder of the High Table. All you need to do is find him and protect yourself."

Hearing Charlotte Doyle say this, John asked curiously, "It is a desert. How will you find me then?"

Charlotte smiled. He did not explain the matter of the Ninja Dog to John and merely said, "I have a way to locate you. As long as you can enter the High Table headquarters and meet the Elder inside."

John Wick nodded. He knew what he needed to do. Charlotte then took out a Kunai engraved with special patterns, placed it in John Wick's hand, and said, "Go find Iruka after you leave. He will take you through Kingpin's special route. Then take a ship to Casablanca."

Hearing Kingpin's name, John was stunned. The ruler of Hell's Kitchen, a criminal organization unaffiliated with the High Table—he had not expected Charlotte to have connections with him.

Taking the Kunai bearing special patterns from Charlotte, John Wick left the Training Room.

Watching John Wick leave, Charlotte muttered, "Soon. The skies over The Continental Hotel are about to change as well."

Elsewhere.

Bowery King, also known as The King of Bowery, was at his gang headquarters when Eila approached him and said, "An Adjudicator wishes to see you."

The King of Bowery looked at his subordinate and let out a deep breath. An Adjudicator has appeared. It seems something bad is about to happen.

The King of Bowery held an umbrella as he went to the rooftop where he kept pigeons, waiting for the Adjudicator's arrival.

Soon, Eila brought the Adjudicator upstairs as well.

Looking at the approaching Adjudicator, the King of Bowery smiled and said, "Welcome to my mission control center, my operational hub, my super information flight routes."

"From here, I grasp every movement on the streets, as well as the way of the world."

The Adjudicator glanced around in surprise. "Using pigeons?"

The King of Bowery looked at the pigeons around him as well before saying, "That's right. In your eyes, they are winged rats. In mine, they are the internet."

The King of Bowery said confidently, "No IP addresses, no digital trails. Impossible to track, impossible to infiltrate, impossible to find."

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