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"If I'm not mistaken, those scars on his face came from injuries," someone said.
"Seems like this retired Night Demon isn't all that strong."
"By the way, he's back at the Continental. Could he be planning a comeback?"
"If that's the case, I wouldn't mind making a little extra cash…"
Smith squeezed Fox's hand and said,"See? You're already getting anxious.""The show hasn't even started yet."
Eddie appeared, holding a glass of whiskey and a napkin with a lipstick mark and an address."The hotel's treating us," he said.
Hearing this, John Wick turned toward Winston in the booth, who was raising his glass in a toast.
Having gotten his first answer, John Wick paused for a moment, then pulled a phone and a Continental coin from his pocket.
He showed a photo of a Dragon Ball planet on the phone and said,"I'd like information about this item—or anything similar."
As he spoke, John pushed the coin toward Eddie.
Eddie glanced at the phone and, after confirming the item, looked slightly surprised.
After receiving a commission from Smith Doyle today, the Continental's intelligence system had started operating. There was no information on the system beforehand, yet John Wick had already encountered a situation like this—unexpectedly fast.
Eddie took the coin and said,"What a coincidence. Before today, you likely wouldn't have gotten anything."
John Wick, surprised, asked,"How so?"
Eddie continued,"Today, a client posted a similar commission image.Anyone looking for this item—or something like it—can contact him directly for information.He's right here in the bar."
Eddie pointed toward Smith Doyle.
John Wick was stunned. This wasn't what he expected. He had assumed the Continental knew nothing about it, or maybe there would be some legendary file or document—but not this.
After a moment of thought, John turned and walked toward Smith Doyle's table.
Fox nudged Smith playfully with her shoulder."A population of 400 million is coming at us."
Smith smiled, unfazed by the figure.
As a thousand-year-old assassin organization, the Assassin League had roots so deep that money was meaningless to them. By comparison, the United States was just over 200 years old; anything dating from its founding was priceless.
John Wick reached them and placed his phone on the table, showing a photo of a planet."Eddie told me if I want to learn more about this, I could come directly to you."
Fox examined the photo on the phone, then looked curiously at Smith. She didn't know what the crystal-like object was.
Smith glanced at the photo and smiled."Looks like you've been entrusted with a planet."
John Wick sat down, shocked, then asked nervously,"Is this legend real?"
Smith Doyle's smile didn't waver."It's real."
John drew a deep breath to calm himself and said,"Thank you for telling me.""And I don't know your names yet?"
"My name is Jonathan John Wick," he said.
Hearing this, Smith introduced himself."I'm Smith Doyle, and this is Fox."
John organized his thoughts, then slowly asked,"Mr. Doyle, how much do you know about this?Or do you have something similar in your possession?And if I wanted to get this item, what would it cost me?"
Hearing John Wick's slightly tense questions, Smith looked at him seriously."We are members of the Assassin League, and this is a sacred object we protect.John Wick, this isn't the place to discuss it."
He gestured toward the phone."You have many important things to handle yourself, but let me make one thing clear—you are our observation target right now."
After hearing Smith Doyle, John wanted to say something, but paused for a few seconds before speaking."I do have things to take care of. I want to know when we can discuss 'Planet One.'"
Smith replied,"When you're done with your business and ready, come to room 819 at the Continental."
John Wick nodded, then stood and walked out. He now had to find Viggo's son, Rusev Tarasov.
Watching him leave, Fox asked curiously,"What was the thing Smith called a planet?Why is it sacred to them?And what exactly are we supposed to observe about John Wick?"
Once John Wick left the bar, Smith stood and said,"I'll explain it in detail later. Remember—control your expression and your gaze. Don't be surprised.As for what to observe, just follow him and see what he does."
Fox leaned close to Smith and whispered,"Hope the story ends with a surprise.""Otherwise… you're dead."
She twisted Smith's waist playfully."Ouch…"
Smith pretended to be in pain."Hurry up, or you'll fall behind John Wick."
Meanwhile, John Wick was driving to the Red Circle Club, thinking about his recent exchange with Smith Doyle.
He had heard of the Assassin League—a secret organization operating outside the High Table that never accepted assassination contracts.
Its members possessed extraordinary combat abilities, but he had been retired for five years, and much of his information was outdated. He didn't know what had changed during that time.
As for their purpose—such as investigations—he had some guesses.
John Wick touched the Dragon Balls hanging from his chest, his gaze hardening."I must bring you back, Helen."