Tracking

The most prosperous part of New York was Manhattan, where skyscrapers stood packed together. It could be called the economic and financial center of the entire United States—calling it the world financial center would not be an exaggeration either. The famous Wall Street was right here.

Yet in the heart of such a central city, there had been high-speed car chases, murders, and even the demolition of one of the buildings later on, without causing any stir at all...

After parking at the entrance, hotel staff came over to take care of the car. Wang Yan looked up at the towering, pyramid-shaped building before him, shook out his clothes, stomped his feet, smoothed the wrinkles from his outfit, and climbed the steps in his shiny pointed-toe brogue leather shoes, entering the Continental Hotel.

The hotel's interior was decorated mostly in dark tones, with plenty of Western religious elements. The ceiling rose high above like that of a Gothic cathedral, making anyone within feel minuscule. It carried a mysterious, shadowy atmosphere steeped in Western sensibilities.

Wang Yan walked straight to the hotel reception desk, where there was only a bald Black man wearing glasses. His name was Charon Riddick, a capable assistant to Winston, the manager of this Continental Hotel. This man would die in the end, taken down with a single shot while helping Winston.

Of course, he did not actually know the man's name. There was simply an ID badge at the reception desk with the name written clearly on it.

The man looked up at the Asian before him, then glanced at the computer on the counter. He offered a gentlemanly smile. "Mr. Wang, congratulations on becoming a member of the Continental Hotel. Are you here to collect your gold coin?"

When Wang Yan nodded, he opened a