Getting What One Wishes For

Traffic was sparse on the road at night. Aside from long-haul trucks, one could drive a great distance without necessarily encountering another vehicle hurrying through the night.

On the pitch-black highway, a black S8 raced along with its headlights on. The beams tore through the darkness like a warrior fighting on.

Gianna had been thorough, telling Wang Yan everything she knew. After the Continental Hotel's professional corpse collectors arrived to clean up the scene, they had a meal before driving out of New York toward Chicago.

Just then, John Wick's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and answered. "Charlie? Yes, it was Santino. Of course, I understand. I won't blame you. All right, thank you."

After saying a few words, he ended the call. Turning toward Wang Yan, who was silently driving with his chin propped on one hand, he said, "Charlie, the corpse collector, discovered Santino's identity. He doesn't know Santino had a blood oath, but Santino had considerable influence in New York and had always coveted it. His death is important, and Charlie has to report it to the hotel. That means Winston now knows I killed the holder of a blood oath and broke the hotel's rules. Before long, we... I will probably have a bounty on my head."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "I told you, relax, John. We'll fight our way to peace eventually. And if we can't, then we fight to the death."

"I was just thinking about the grand spectacle to come, about the uncertain fate ahead. I'm a little excited."

"No, you've forgotten the most important quality of an assassin: calmness. You need to calm down, John. Every bullet you fire must carry no emotion. That's important."

"Yes, you're right."

John took a deep breath. No matter how confident