"That sounds a little low."
"Once you understand the value of a gold coin, I think you may change your mind somewhat, sir."
"Then I'll wait and see," Zhou Yi said.
"If you are certain that you wish to register as an assassin, I will need your identification documents for registration, sir."
The receptionist took out a tray and placed it before Zhou Yi, indicating that he should put his identification on it.
"All right." Zhou Yi took his documents from his shoulder bag and placed them on the tray. "Is there anything else I need to do?"
"Please wait a moment, sir. You may rest nearby while our staff verify and register your information."
The receptionist pressed a button. Within five seconds, a man in a suit approached, took the tray from the receptionist, and headed through a side door.
"You may rest over there first..." The receptionist was still speaking when his gaze suddenly passed over Zhou Yi and fixed on something behind him. He did not finish the rest of his sentence for a long while.
Zhou Yi grew a little curious.
His sharp hearing let him hear the doors of the Continental Hotel open behind him, followed by the sound of someone walking inside.
Originally, Zhou Yi had not cared about this at all, but the receptionist's reaction had successfully piqued his curiosity.
What sort of person could make the Continental Hotel's receptionist—a receptionist who had seen every kind of assassin and undergone rigorous training—react like that?
Zhou Yi waited quietly.
Only when the person stopped behind him did Zhou Yi turn slightly and glance at him.
Keanu Reeves... no, in this world, he should be called—"The Boogeyman," John Wick!
Perhaps Strongest Dog Lover on Earth would be a more fitting name.
He was the protagonist