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Chapter 16 - Chapter 16 : The Ancient Tradition of the High Table

T/N : This John Wick Plot Will Be over in next 4 Chapters and Will be back to Marvel plot

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The High Table headquarters in the desert near Casablanca.

"I'm sure many of your businesses have been recently destroyed by the Kingpin from Hell's Kitchen," said a Middle Eastern man with a distinctive block-patterned tattoo on his head, seated at one of the twelve seats around a large round table.

This table represents the twelve seats of the High Table. Currently, ten seats are occupied, while those absent have joined via video call.

Today is a meeting of the High Table elders, convened to discuss the recent retaliation from Hell's Kitchen.

The absentees include the Marquis, who is currently on the run, and the Antonio family members who have been eliminated.

"That damn Marquis, why didn't he show? I wanted to discuss compensation with him. His arrogance has cost us dearly," roared a Russian elder in frustration.

"So we must retaliate. Fisk is openly challenging our authority. He wants the outside world to see the High Table as weak and easy to intimidate," said a Korean man whose demeanor resembled that of a star.

"Peace is the most valuable asset," an elder with an Asian appearance said, his image displayed on a screen. "Aren't we all here to make money? Besides, it was the Marquis who broke the rules first by provoking Fisk's territory and targeting his godson. I believe we should try negotiating with Fisk first. I've heard his godson is very interested in joining the High Table."

"Everyone wants to join the High Table," scoffed an old man dressed in samurai attire.

"I heard Fisk's godson is a mutant with magical abilities. And now, John Wick and Marcus, two legendary assassins, are under his command, along with two mercenaries rumored to be immortal," said an elder named Makutum.

Makutum then took a remote and switched on the large screen to display footage of Alex Ray's recent battle in Hell's Kitchen.

The elders watched Alex Ray on screen—deflecting bullets, casting explosive magic, moving with terrifying speed and strength—all demonstrating his overwhelming power.

Reactions among the elders varied: some sneered, others looked shocked, and a few remained expressionless. Regardless, no one doubted Alex Ray's strength.

"Fisk is lucky to have such a powerful godson," one elder remarked enviously.

"Hahaha, I would very much like to meet this young man," the elder of the Hongmen said loudly.

Seeing this, Elder Makutum said, "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Power has always ruled this world."

"I think it's best to talk to Fisk directly. Everyone here knows his strength well enough; there's no need for me to explain."

"Alright, I will negotiate a truce with Fisk. Every day of delay means more losses. Let's begin voting: peace or war."

After the first round, Makutum tallied the votes: "Six votes for peace talks, two for war, and two abstentions."

"I will handle the negotiations with Fisk. Meeting adjourned."

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Fisk Tower,

Alex Ray saw Wilson Fisk—the towering crime lord—sitting on a custom Italian sofa, calmly answering his phone.

"Fisk, it's time to end this. You and your Hell's Kitchen operations have drawn enough attention lately. Do you really think the High Table is a bunch of pushovers? Do you want to risk war over your godson? Besides, your godson is unharmed. Remember, we have our own trained Arbitrators," Elder Makutum warned.

It was clear Makutum knew Fisk well. As leaders in the underworld, they often had dealings.

"Makutum, old friend," Fisk said smoothly, "Don't talk about my godson as if he's some liability. If anything happens to him, I will bury the entire High Table with him—even if it costs me my life."

Fisk smoked his cigar, unfazed by the threat.

"Besides, is your High Table even worthy of a death match?" Fisk taunted.

Makutum sighed in relief upon hearing this—some tensions had eased.

The High Table, after all, is an alliance of twelve powerful families, each with selfish interests. No one would sacrifice their family business for a single marquisate.

In fact, Fisk had no personal hatred with many families, and some had shared interests.

If war erupted, some might even side with Fisk.

"Tell me your terms for ending this conflict," Makutum asked resignedly.

"Simple. I want a seat at the High Table. The New York Continental Hotel will open in Hell's Kitchen. The High Table will fund the renovation, and my people will manage it. Additionally, you will compensate me and my godson for mental damages and labor costs—$500 million," Fisk declared.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Each of the twelve High Table seats represents an ancient family. You cannot simply take one. Rebuilding a Continental will cost a fortune. Then let the war begin!" Makutum exploded.

Fisk calmly poured a glass of red wine. "Don't be hasty. I understand the High Table's ancient traditions—one-on-one duels. The winner can claim any promise. My godson will challenge the Marquis. When the Marquis loses, we will eliminate his family power. The spoils will be enough to rebuild the Continental and cover compensation. And the rest of the High Table won't pay a dime."

Makutum's pupils contracted sharply. Fisk's ambitions were enormous—not only a seat but total destruction of a rival family. No wonder he ruled Hell's Kitchen.

"But you know the duel prerequisite: you must be a family member to challenge. Alex Ray isn't one of the Twelve Families," Makutum noted.

"That's fine. I've eliminated the entire Antonio family in New York. That family no longer exists. Alex Ray now represents Fisk's family. Just grant my godson the High Table seat. I'm old and won't join," Fisk said coldly, as if the wiped-out family was irrelevant.

"Alright, I can accept your godson's seat and notify you of the duel, but the Marquis's family is formidable. We may not intervene," Makutum agreed.

"Sixty-forty. I get six seats, and you can split the remaining four however you like," Fisk interrupted with an offer.

"We will act—only if your godson wins," Makutum concluded.

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