Chapter 1080 - As Long As You’re Happy x2

Chapter 1080: As Long As You’re Happy x2

A year would be enough for Luke to learn most of the situation at the High Table.
If he found another hitman to replace after that, he could continue wandering this underworld.
By then, if John was still alive, so what? What else could he say, except that V had locked him up for a year?
It wasn’t like Winston didn’t know about V’s existence, yet he had done nothing.
Compared with the untraceable V, the High Table would definitely be more happy to kill John and maintain their reputation.
Countless thoughts flashed through John’s mind before he finally took a deep breath. “I agree. However, I want to stay here for a while; like this is fine.”
Luke was curious. “You don’t want to leave now?”
John shook his head. “Since I’ve given you this identity, why would I go out now? I might as well stay here and think about where I can retire in the future. Hm, can you pack up the personal items at home for me? They’re mainly photos of me and my wife.”
Luke said, “Sure. I’ll go over later and pack them all up, and bring them over tomorrow. Is that all?”
John nodded. “Deal.”
Luke was about to leave, when John thought of something. “Wait, I have a request.”
Luke: “Hm?”
John said, “Can you bring in some workout equipment? I feel like my body is going to rust.”
Luke said, “I’ll get a treadmill. Both of you can use it.”
John looked at the silly dog lying on the ground and smiled bitterly. “Alright, both of us can indeed use it.”
Luke, however, had already walked out of the workshop by then.
Selina looked at him in admiration. “You’ve already decided what you’re going to do. Does it matter whether or not he agrees? The worst outcome would just be throwing him out a year later.”
Luke said, “That’s why I’ve been saying: I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse!”
That made sense, and Selina found that she couldn’t retort to that.
That night, Luke and John sat opposite each other in the dark room.
Looking at the dark red blood flow into the syringe, John finally said, “Is that necessary?”
Luke raised his head. “I haven’t examined you since you got injured last time. This is a necessary checkup.”
John asked, “…What sort of checkup requires 400CC of blood?”
Luke said, “My physical examination is more meticulous.”
John: “…As long as you’re happy.”
He was 100% certain that this guy wasn’t drawing his blood for a checkup.
But he had no choice, and just gave up.
After the blood was drawn, Luke drew the needle out, pleased, and pressed a cotton swab to John’s wrist. “Get some rest. After some time, you’ll be able to go to Brazil, and sleep with a hot woman.”
John rolled his eyes and didn’t say anything.
Luke chuckled. “Hm, it seems you don’t like Brazilian women. You should go to Africa and look for African women then.”
John couldn’t help but say, “I have a wife. I don’t need another woman, no matter if they’re Latin American or African.”
Luke said, “Got it. I’ll pack up your wife’s photos, but you can’t sleep with the photos, right? You should find a real woman.”
As he spoke, he walked to the door of the dark room.
John asked, “Are you really going to let me out?”
Luke turned around, shook his head and smiled. “Why wouldn’t I?”
As he spoke, he walked out of the dark room and closed the door again.
Even if John was released a year later, how would it affect V?
It didn’t matter if John was dead or alive, or if he was capable of making the High Table give up on him.
However, it was highly unlikely that the High Table would let John go, unless he asked that big sister Gianna for help.
I can’t afford to mess with this big sister. I’ll leave her to John. He’ll be very happy, I’m sure! Luke put the syringe back into his inventory with a smile.
Now, his inventory was divided into two parts.
Luke named the earliest and largest part “Space 1,” while the part that was only one cubic meter in size was called “Space 2.”
The blood would stay in Space 1 and wouldn’t decompose.
Apart from the temperature, it would be no different from when it was first extracted, and no one would notice anything wrong with it.
Selina walked out of the training room. “Are you starting?”
Luke said, “Santino probably can’t hold back anymore and wants to put out a bounty. The reward definitely won’t be low. It won’t be long before those hitmen start looking for John.”
Selina asked, “Are you sure you’ll be fine?”
“Trust me, it’ll be fine.” Luke took off his V outfit and put on his close-fitting combat suit, before he put on a suit and leather shoes.
Selina watched from the side.
After he was done, he was about to put on the Thousand Faces mask, when she said, “Wait, don’t put on the mask yet. Let me take a photo first.”
Luke obeyed readily.
Selina said, “Sponge, shoot him from every angle.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sponge replied immediately.
Luke was amused. “What, you want to keep it as a memento? Let me make it clear: You can’t take it out or use it as a screensaver.”
His suit had been custom-made by the Continental Hotel, and a closer look would still reveal hints of its origin.
Selina snorted. “Do you think I’m an idiot? I’m just going to get Sponge to use it as a background here.”
Luke said, “…As long as you’re happy.”
Actually, Selina was doing this for one simple reason: Luke practically never wore a suit in front of her.
Naturally, she found this rare getup very novel.
Putting on the mask, Luke’s face turned into John Wick’s, and his expression changed.
Looking at the poker face, Selina snorted and left.
Although he was handsome, she didn’t want to hang around with him, even if she knew that it was Luke.
Luke didn’t waste any more time. He drove an old, unmarked car out of the underground garage.
As he drove, John’s phone rang.
He pressed the speaker, and a voice rang out. “Hello, John. This may make you unhappy, and I know it’s personal, but if I don’t avenge my sister’s murderer, would I still be human…”
After the voice on the phone was done, Luke hung up and blacklisted the number.
Santino had turned hostile.
However, he was still in the mood to call John. Was he afraid that John would try to kill him even surrounded by bodyguards?
That was probably it! Even if it didn’t work, he wanted to do his best to weaken the Boogeyman’s killing intent.
But if John didn’t die, Santino couldn’t be considered human, like he had said over the phone.
Naturally, Luke didn’t have to listen to his nonsense.
On the other end, Santino silently put down his Titanium phone and frowned at the Titanium phone until the screen locked itself.
Finally, he turned the screen on again and dialed a number.
“Operator. How may I direct your call?”
“Accounts payable.”
“One moment please… This is accounts payable. How may I help you?”
“I want to open a new account.”
“Name on the account?”
“John Wick.”
“Verification?”
“9305-05…”
“State of contract?”
“Open!”
“Denomination?”
“Ten million. With additional special interest.”
“Processing. Please hold… Order confirmed.”