Duwei waved to Frank, who was not far away, indicating that he could come over and ask.

There was a strange scene of a shirtless bald man staring at a man in a suit who looked like he was fished out of the water.

Frank looked at Johnson who seemed to be in collapse and said:

"So, what's the answer?"

Johnson, who collapsed to the ground in large letters, was still breathing heavily:

"what is the answer?"

Frank asked patiently:

"Who is instructing you?"

Johnson squinted his eyes and showed a mocking smile:

"Heh...heh, do you really want to know? That is something you can never fight against.

High Table is a powerful organization hidden behind the scenes. You never know whether the passers-by, bosses, and agents around you are the people behind them.

So if you offend me, you can only live in fear from now on.

Because you don’t know one day someone will suddenly want to kill you.”

Frank nodded, then looked at Duwei and confirmed:

"Is what he said true?"

Du Wei smiled, took out the piece of glass again, squatted down, and gestured to Johnson's fingers:

"It's the truth, but it's the truth that ignores the details.

Johnson, what do you think it would be like if I took the glass out of your fingers?"

Hearing Duwei's threat, Johnson's eyes twitched. His hand was broken, but the pain nerves were still there.

If the glass shards were to fall, the sour feeling would make his heart tremble just thinking about it.

But he didn't believe that the young man in front of him knew the inside story of the high table.

Du Wei must be bluffing him now. It would be troublesome if he showed his cowardice.

So he still said stubbornly:

"I told the truth, why do you say I didn't tell the details?

I am not a person who advocates violence. If possible, I would rather solve the problem peacefully.

It's just that your choice makes me have to choose to kill people. It is my mercy to solve the problem by killing the fewest people.

If someone else were to preside over this matter, many more people would die than me watching!

You should be grateful instead of questioning...ah!"

Before Johnson could finish speaking, Duwei stepped on his arm, and then accurately inserted the glass into Johnson's fingers.

"You madman, hiss——"

Johnson couldn't move his arms at all and could only lie on the ground gasping for air.

"Ha, this is the consequence of hiding half of what you say, so you still have nine fingers, think carefully before you speak.

Which seat at the high table is the one standing behind you?"

When he heard the word "seat", Johnson was silent for a moment, and even stopped breathing.

He looked at Du Wei and said:

"You are a member, right...ah! What are you doing!"

Du Wei chuckled and moved his toes away from the broken glass.

"That's the wrong answer. Now we are asking the question. You have no choice. You have eight more chances."

Johnson looked at the half-cut glass, his whole body trembling slightly.

This guy in front of me must be a devil.

"It's the Camorra. It's the Camorra family who asked me to kidnap the daughter of the security minister and force him to agree to launch the Samaritan Agreement."…

Du Wei nodded:

"anything else?"

Johnson's expression changed suddenly.

Also? How would he know?

He no longer dared to guess whether Duwei really knew something or was bluffing him. Johnson no longer dared to gamble!

He thought about it quickly in his mind and said without hesitation:

"The 'Ndrangheta also paid me to ask the Minister of Security to approve their drug experiment program in Princeton."

Du Wei nodded expressionlessly, but his surprise was not less.

He was indeed bluffing Johnson just now, because according to his experience, these guys would still hold back even when facing life and death threats.

As a result, Johnson was revealed as a double agent. This guy actually worked for two seats at the high table at the same time.

And he unexpectedly learned about the virus experiment!

Camorra family, 'Ndrangheta.

Since the Blood Hand faction defeated Princeton, have two more of the twelve seats on the High Table been sold?

Johnson looked at Duwei's expressionless face and quickly recalled whether he had missed anything.

Anyway, the most important secret has been revealed. If the Camorra family knew that he was still working for the 'Ndrangheta, they would definitely not let him go.

So if he really thought of something he hadn't said, Du Wei would spit it out like beans without asking.

"Yes, yes, I heard that the drug experiment plan that the 'Ndrangheta wants the Minister of Security to approve is just a cover.

What they want is the key to successfully delivering experimental drugs to this city!"

Duwei continued to nod expressionlessly, moved his feet away, and said to the stunned Frank:

"Okay, I tried it for you.

He should be well-behaved now, you can ask whatever you want."

Frank shook his head, took out his pistol and shot Johnson directly in front of Johnson's puzzled eyes.

Du Wei has already asked what he wants to ask, what else can he ask?

Moreover, this Camorra family and the 'Ndrangheta are extremely complicated and difficult matters.

The more he knows, the more trouble he will have. This is something he has learned from his years as a professional courier.

But obviously, he just couldn't suppress his strong curiosity, so he got more and more entangled in this trouble, so that now he can't extricate himself.

Frank sighed softly:

"Let me guess, do you want me to join your organization and stop that high table?"

Du Wei ignored the corpse on the ground, narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"You have saved Valentina and killed Johnson, which means you have offended two seats at the high table at the same time.

Do you think you will still have a peaceful life in the future?"

Frank shook his head, turned around, walked back to the car, took off the GPS and stuffed it into Johnson's body.

Then he stood up and said to Du Wei:

"What now? Where are we going?"

Looking at Frank, who quickly adapted to his identity, Duwei pointed to the moon in the sky:

"We're still working, what time is it? Go back and wash up and go to bed.

By the way, you have a car, take me back to the Continental Hotel first."

Continental Hotel?

Frank was stunned for a moment. He was no stranger to the Continental Hotel...

Before his reputation was established, the organization that assigned him tasks was called the Continental Hotel.

I didn’t expect that the Continental Hotel is not just an organization, but there is actually such a hotel?

Duwei noticed the surprise on Frank's face, and he vaguely sensed that Frank was surprised about something.

When he first checked Frank's information through the Continental Hotel, Frank was a courier for an organization under the Continental Hotel.

So for Frank, he is no stranger to the Continental Hotel.

It's just that he didn't choose to be a killer, but instead chose to become a professional deliveryman.

"What? You've never been to the Continental Hotel?"

Frank started the vehicle and shook his head and said:
To be continued...