In the general manager's office, Winston and the Adjudicator were left speechless. With a three-hundred-million-dollar head delivered right to their doorstep, there was no need for them to keep arguing.
Whoever got the head first earned the right to mock the other without restraint.
The Adjudicator made a call and had more than forty fully armed elite assassins enter the hotel. Only then did she slowly contact the Operator and, using her authority as an Adjudicator, issue a global notice suspending the New York Continental Hotel.
Without rules, there could be no order. Even if the rules were unreasonable, they maintained the current order.
No killing was allowed inside the Continental Hotel. Though seemingly unreasonable, this rule represented the supreme authority of the High Table Council.
That was the meaning of its existence!
"Mr. Winston, I can kill you now."
The Adjudicator snorted and continued, "But you cannot kill me, because I represent the High Table Council."
"That's right. You should be glad I'm loyal to the organization, or you'd already be dead."
Winston remained unhurried. He could not kill the Adjudicator, but she could not kill him either. That was also a rule. Only the High Table Council could take his life, not some dog.
"Anyone can talk big. You'll soon find out just how useless you are."
"Let's wait and see!"
The hotel shutdown order passed review. The sanctuary would no longer protect everyone from harm, and the assassins within the hotel stirred at the news. They had a feeling the hotel floor would be stained with blood today.
"I'm taking those three hundred million!"
"It'll be mine."
"..."
One assassin after another moved through the hotel floors. After confirming that the elevator Russell had taken had reached the basement, they headed toward him with cruel grins.
Ding!!