Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

"That's perfect." Weston stopped and looked at Jerome instead of continuing forward. "You can explain the origins of the Continental Hotel to him for me. He paid me a silver coin."

Upon hearing this, Jerome's expression shifted, and he looked at Chen An in disbelief. "You're not the assassin from the Continental Hotel?!"

Chen An shrugged and sat down next to him. "This is my first time in New York. It seems your Continental Hotel is an assassin organization."

He wasn't stupid. Based on the various circumstances along the way and the conversation between the two just now, he realized that this Continental Hotel was probably an ancient and powerful assassin organization.

No wonder Kerry Weddell was hiding here; he probably sought refuge at the Continental Hotel. But he was far too naive to think he could be safe here.

"That's right. On the surface, the Continental Hotel is just a hotel, but in reality, it's an underground organization that gathers a large number of assassins, with strict rules and systems," Weston said from the side.

"To check into the hotel, you need to pay with silver coins. Only assassins at mainland hotels can obtain these coins, and only mainland hotels can use them. Each silver coin is worth approximately one million US dollars!"

Chen An looked surprised. He hadn't expected that a silver coin would be equivalent to one million US dollars. No wonder the silver coin emitted a golden value when he used the Eye of Detection.

The secrets of the Mainland Hotel, combined with its inherent value, certainly justify its worth of millions or even tens of millions of US dollars!

"Mark Ann, although I don't know how you got to the Continental Hotel, now that you know these things, you are already a member of the Continental Hotel. You can't tell outsiders about this, otherwise you will break the rules and be hunted down by the hotel." Jerome said in a serious tone.

"Really? That's so domineering." Chen An smiled, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather some excitement.

Jerome saw the undisguised excitement in Chen An's eyes and his heart sank. Sure enough, the person in front of him was no ordinary person. He should be careful.

"This is the decision of the High Table Council and the Elders. Of course, I advise you not to become a hitman for the Mainland Hotel; just issue a bounty."

"Killers don't live long," Jerome advised, a fleeting look of grief on his face.

"What are the High Table and the Elders?" Chen An asked.

Jerome didn't hide anything either, "The Continental Hotel isn't just in New York; it has branches in other cities, even in Japan and South Korea. You could say that among the assassin organizations in the underworld, if the Continental Hotel claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first!"

"Bounties are offered all over the world."

Hearing this, Chen An interrupted curiously, "Does the Dragon Kingdom exist?"

Jerome paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, in Hong Kong, but basically no assassins go there. It's too dangerous, and business is extremely slow."

"I see."

Come to think of it, the domestic environment is completely incompatible with professions like assassins. Even if you succeed, it will be extremely difficult to leave safely. Going to jail for a single job is not worth it.

Compared to overseas hotels, this mainland hotel's background is likely deeply entrenched, with influence extending to various regions, making it incredibly easy for them to conceal certain matters.

"Go on."

Upon hearing this, Jerome continued, "And each continental hotel is a place where assassins can accept bounties and obtain assistance. It is managed by a manager and also has a butler, but the manager rarely shows up."

"As for the High Table, it has twelve seats. It is a higher level of management for the mainland hotels. They are basically backed by some big families. There are enemies and allies among them. Above them are the elders who have the highest authority and are of noble status."

"Now you understand, right?" Jerome looked at Chen An.

He nodded. "I understand. But does staying at a hotel in mainland China guarantee me protection?"

Jerome was surprised. "How did you know! It's true that as long as you stay at the Continental Hotel, you will receive protection because fighting is not allowed inside the hotel. Otherwise, you will be hunted down by all the assassins from the Continental Hotel."

"No one would do something so stupid."

"If the other party keeps hiding, will they never be in trouble?" Chen An asked.

"Theoretically yes, but it costs one silver coin to stay one night, otherwise you'll be kicked out."

Hearing Jerome's words, he began to wonder where Kerry Weddell got his money.

Is someone helping him?

"Mark Ann, you're not planning to make a move at the Continental Hotel, are you?!" Jerome exclaimed in shock.

Chen An laughed and said, "How could that be? I'm not stupid."

Weston then extended an invitation: "Sir, now that you know, would you like to become an assassin for the Continental Hotel?"

He waved his hand, "No need. I don't like fighting and killing. I'm a civilized person. I'll just post bounties occasionally."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave." Seeing this, Weston had no intention of staying any longer and turned to leave.

After the butler Weston left, Chen An chatted with Jerome to learn as much as possible, since Jerome was the only person he knew well.

"Jerome, I think you're pretty skilled. You must have made a lot of money. How much?"

Jerome didn't hide anything, "I earn a lot, but I also spend a lot. You know, whether it's staying at a hotel or getting treatment, whether it's a major injury or a minor injury, it costs one or two silver coins."

"However, I still have a silver coin worth tens of millions of dollars."

"So many!" Chen An was shocked.

Damn! This assassin makes money!

With Jerome's abilities, he can earn this much. Adding what he spent before, he must have earned at least over a hundred million US dollars. If he had the abilities of a suicide squad, wouldn't he have earned even more!

At that moment, Chen An discovered a path to wealth!

"Mark Ann, don't get tempted. There aren't many hotels in mainland China as wealthy as me. The average bounty is at least a few hundred thousand dollars, and the biggest ones are only a few million US dollars."

"I worked in hotels in mainland China for over ten years to earn this much money." Jerome understood that Chen An was tempted by Chen An's situation, but there was a dark side to it.

"Since you have so much money, why don't you retire?" Chen An asked.

Jerome sighed after hearing this, "This is no longer my decision. You have to understand that being an assassin at the Continental Hotel is the profession with the most enemies. If you retire, it's like telling the whole world that you are no longer protected by the Continental Hotel, and you will still be endlessly hunted down by your former colleagues, unless you hide in a deserted place."

"But they will be found sooner or later."

Chen An understood that he could not escape the identity of an assassin unless he died.

"Thank you for chatting with me so much. Let's exchange contact information. I might specifically ask you for help if I have a reward later," Chen An said with a smile. Of course, his real purpose was to get more information about Kerry Weddell or the Continental Hotel from Jerome.

"No problem," Jerome nodded.

The two then exchanged contact information, and Chen An got up and returned the way he came.

Jerome watched the other person's back quietly.

He knew that the other party hadn't come to the Continental Hotel in New York for no reason, nor was he looking for anything or anyone.

Fortunately, the other party is aware of the rules of hotels in mainland China, so they probably won't take action inside the hotel.