Watson Wick rarely gave up his sultry red tie, put on a dark tie, combed his hair like an adult, put on a handsome suit, and looked a bit cold and handsome.
It wasn't John who said that, it was Mrs. Wick.
It was as if she had seen Watson, who was once in love, making a praising gesture.
The corners of Watson's mouth were slightly raised, and he had an unruly and cool expression, which really looked like the same thing.
John wanted to go with Watson, but he didn't want to agree, but he couldn't bear it. Mrs. Wick's family was rushing over on the plane. If he didn't agree, those uncles would probably perform a show of chest-breaking Watson.
John is a wizard. Watson actually doesn't have much idea of his son's strength, but he still feels that his son has grown up.
Watson drove and John sat in the back seat.
He was wearing a dark suit, solemn and solemn, with an exquisite and unique badge on his chest.
The car drove into the Wallace Manor, and the bodyguard at the door saw Watson, said hello, and let him go.
"Mr. Wick, Sean is waiting for you."
The bald middle-aged black butler came close to the father and son who had just gotten out of the car. When he saw John, the butler was stunned for a moment.
"My son, don't worry too much." Watson said casually.
"Don't keep Sean waiting too long."
Watson brought some contracts, which were some of the equity funds that Finn Wallace gave him to invest in.
The butler didn't say much when he saw this, and took Watson upstairs through the front hall.
John noticed that the big guys who were originally talking about repayment shut their mouths after seeing Watson.
Their eyes fell on the pile of contracts held by Watson, showing greedy expressions.
"Dad is really a sweet potato."
Seeing this scene, John understood a little more about his father's situation.
Silently memorizing the faces of these people, John followed his father upstairs.
Sean Wallace is the eldest son of Finn Wallace. He has a gloomy expression and his brows seem to be tangled together because of his father's death.
After seeing Watson arrive, his gloomy expression became less intense.
"Watson, great, you're here." After Sean arrived at the funeral, no one looked kindly on him, and no one shook hands.
He didn't want to shake hands with the man who might have killed his father.
Watson and his hands squeezed together, and there was finally a trustful lightness in Sean's eyes.
"Those people, they all might kill my father. I know that you are the only one who would not do that."
As he spoke, a look of resentment flashed across Sean's face.
Watson was pulled by him to sit down, and took out several documents from the document bag he carried and placed them on the table.
"These are all investment projects that Mr. Wallace has entrusted me with before. In addition to these, there are also shares in several companies and funds deposited in the fund."
Documents worth hundreds of millions were taken out one after another. Sean glanced at them and winked at the housekeeper.
The housekeeper wisely took his son, who also worked for Wallace, and left together. After they went out, there were only three people left in the room.
Sean approached Watson and whispered: "Watson, you are the only one who can help me find the murderer of my father now."
He looked sincere and said in a sincere tone: "My father has always told me that you are the person he trusts most, and I have always regarded you as a family member."
Watson was a little moved by what he said. He thought for a while and said with a wry smile: "Sean, you should know that I am only responsible for investment."
"Watson!" Sean interrupted him and said sincerely: "Help me, and I will make you Wallace's most respected friend."
But Watson really doesn't know that he has a way to make money, and he has no clue about the conspiracy among these big guys.
He refused again, and this time Sean looked a little bad.
Sean took a deep breath and said with a strong threat in his tone: "You have mastered all of my father's legal business, which is a huge sum of money. Those guys will not let you go."
Seeing that family affection is not enough, Sean is ready to be tough. He sneered: "Your methods are very good, but those guys have no humanity. He will capture your most cherished family members and chop off your son's fingers. You should know The character of those people.”
John looked weird, I'm still here, don't you think this is a bit excessive.
As expected, Watson's face darkened. The last thing he wanted to do was involve his family.
Sean leaned back on the sofa confidently, looking relaxed.
Watson was hesitant. He admitted that some of his customers might have inside information about the murder of Finn Wallace, but his professional ethics made him reluctant to use it.
There was a knock on the door outside, urging Sean to go down and conduct the funeral.
"Think it over carefully."
Sean stood up and patted Watson on the shoulder. As he approached the door, a voice suddenly sounded.
"If my father didn't help, would Mr. Wallace be one of the people who turned against my family?"
Sean thought there were only two people in the room, but suddenly he heard a sound and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He looked around the room warily, trying to find the source.
John, who had been standing in the shadows, stepped out. He stood next to Sean and looked him directly in the eyes.
Sean was startled. This person appeared like a ghost. If it was a killer, he might be dead.
"Who are you?" Sean even wanted to call the bodyguards outside, and his back was wet with cold sweat.
"John Wick."
Staring into Sean's eyes, John said word by word: "Watson Wick's son is the one you said would have his fingers chopped off."
As he spoke, John raised his hands, as if to say I still have my fingers.
Sean was so surprised that he even wanted to ask John where he came from.
Finally Watson spoke. He stood up and looked at Sean and said, "Sean, I will give you all Mr. Wallace's things. Please forgive me for not getting involved in these things."
"Watson, this is your choice." Sean's face darkened.
Seeing his father make a decision, John turned sideways and let Sean out of the door.
Sean walked out with a gloomy face. He also wanted to read a eulogy for his father.
Watson took John down, and when he saw the body of his old friend, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
John glanced at Finn Wallace. Well, he was an old man. He had been shot in the head.
Other than that, there is no feeling.
Sitting next to Watson, John's expression moved slightly and he looked at a man standing not far away.
His mouth moved and he spoke softly: "Wizard?"
At the gangster party, John sees the wizard.
He squinted his eyes. Half of his nose was missing. He didn't look like a decent wizard.
Tilting his head, he looked in another direction. That was also a wizard.
There are five wizards in the entire boss party. They don't seem to know each other and are wary of others.
"It seems wizards also work for Muggles."
John, who was not noticed, had an indifferent expression, and his scrutinizing gaze had already wiped out the foundations of these wizards.
Not a serious wizard, let alone an Auror.
There is a high probability that he is a dark wizard, working for Muggles. He is neither a high-level person nor a low-level person. His strength should not be very high.
For ordinary people, these methods are difficult to prevent, but John has more than a dozen ways to kill them.
Someone left during the funeral, and Sean stared at the person's back, trying not to shoot.
When it was over, Watson was ready to leave with John.
At this time, a black man came over. He was tall and strong, and he was followed by four or five black men who were also tall and difficult to mess with.
"Watson, I hope you can think about it carefully."
The black man's eyes swept over John, full of danger.
John raised his eyes and didn't take it to heart.
With a cold expression on his face, Watson took John into the car and left.
Before leaving, John also saw the wizard who had just lost a section of his nose standing next to the black man.
The two of them were having a conversation. The black man said something, and the black wizard nodded with a cruel smile.
"It seems something happened tonight."
When John got home, Mrs. Wick first came to hug her son and then looked her husband up and down.
dinner.
In the shocked eyes of the couple, John ate some casually and got up to go to the basement.
Watson scratched his head and asked hesitantly: "Did you scare him today?"
He thought it was because John was frightened by the big boss party, but Mrs. Wick felt that her craftsmanship had deteriorated, and it was more because she felt sorry for her son.
I originally thought that John lost weight so quickly because he was in the growth period, but now it seems that it may be because the food at Hogwarts is not good.
She picked up the phone and dialed. After three rings, the phone was connected and a lazy female voice rang, "Hello?"
"Lucy, you said last time that you bought the recipe from Master Chen, the master chef of Tianchao, and sent it to me. I'll pay double the price."
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