John had been abducted on the way. Oh, no-picked up.
He sat in the Rolls-Royce, his hands crossed against his knees.
The old man across from him held a glass of whisky, swirling it slowly.
"So these Adjudicators you mentioned want me to cancel the bounty?"
Once John understood the situation, he smiled wordlessly.
"Perhaps you find that ironic," Winston sighed, "but some people always tamper with the rules of the game."
"Mr. Wick."
He knew John's true identity, and he also knew whose son John was.
"There are always certain privileges at the High Table," Winston said.
"Those aren't good rules." John shrugged. "How about this? Tell me who wants my father assassinated, and I'll go kill them."
"Then you can carry on being the manager."
"Don't worry," John said with a broad smile. "I'll make it quick and clean."
His attitude left Winston rather speechless. "Your father isn't like you."
"And that isn't how the game is played."
The Rolls-Royce stopped, and Winston opened the door and got out first.
He gestured for John to follow. "Your father established these rules himself. Once they're broken, rebuilding them will be difficult."
"I respect your father. He's a great man."
Hearing Winston say that, John decided to show him some respect.
He walked into the hotel.
In the garden on the hotel's top floor.
The Female Adjudicators sipped champagne as she waited for John's arrival.
As the son of the man who had founded the entire Underground Alliance and established the hotel,
the Underworld President's son deserved careful handling.
The Female Adjudicators had already placed her bet. She supported someone else, hoping to replace the Underworld President.
That meant this son needed to be put in his place.
"I've brought him. You can speak with him." Winston led John over,