Hunter could tell that the woman who called herself 'Diana' had an accent in her speech.
And this undoubtedly increased the difficulty for him to lock onto her identity.
Because in the US, the so-called "pure New York accent" English and similar claims
were simply a big joke of self-aggrandizement and self-deception.
The US had many immigrants; they came from all over the world, and their offspring were inevitably influenced.
Because although English was the official language, it inevitably carried various accents.
The so-called pure New York accent English was actually just common English pronunciation without an accent.
In the US, it was very rare to have a standard English accent.
His brain whirring, Hunter guessed that the other party was likely some force that wanted to recruit him.
He had come into contact with quite a few people like this recently.
He asked very straightforwardly and decisively, "We're all adults; there's no need to beat around the bush."
"What do you want from me, and what do I get in return?"
Hunter's decisiveness actually left the person on the other end of the phone momentarily speechless.
The woman calling herself 'Diana' fell silent for a moment before speaking again, "Mr. Sun, I think it's better if we meet and talk."
This sentence was actually in the xia country language.
Although it was Mandarin, it carried a heavy accent from the Guangdong-Hong Kong region.
Hunter was taken aback; the interest he previously lacked suddenly surged.
His interest piqued, and just as he was about to test her, he heard the woman quickly add, "I am currently in New York's Chinatown, not far from the hotel where you are staying."
"Would you like to come for some morning tea?"
"Fine!"
This time, Hunter did not refuse again.
After getting the number from her, he decisively left the hotel.
Just as the woman calling herself Diana had said.
The hotel Hunter stayed at last night was indeed not far from New York's Chinatown.
After walking out of the hotel, he hailed a taxi.
Under the temptation of an extra fifty dollars from Hunter, the taxi that was originally crawling suddenly felt as if it had a different driver.
The driver skillfully maneuvered the car, weaving through several narrow streets that were barely wide enough for vehicles.
Before long, he delivered Hunter to his destination.
As soon as he entered Chinatown, the number of Asian faces, especially those of xia country descendants, began to increase.
With people coming and going, there was a much stronger sense of everyday life.
However, this was still American territory after all.
On the streets of New York's Chinatown, the majority were not actually Chinese people, but foreigners living nearby or renting there for the low prices, along with some tourists.
From time to time, vendors would pop out on the street, blocking the tourists they spotted to hawk souvenirs and fake antiques.
However, most of these vendors were not immigrants of Chinese descent; they were mostly South Koreans, Indian descendants, and Filipino descendants.
Among Chinatowns everywhere, these were the guys who most loved to ruin the reputation of xia country descendants.
They were malicious and sneaky.
Previously in Los Angeles's Chinatown, he had seen these types scamming people more than once.
In contrast, Hunter actually preferred dealing with Japanese descendants.
No matter how many he killed, it was like earning merit; after all, few of their ancestors were innocent.
"Crack!"
Suddenly reaching out, he grabbed a thief's hand that had slipped into his pocket and squeezed hard, crushing the finger bones.
"Ah!"
Amidst the scream, Hunter continued walking forward without looking back.
He didn't even turn his head to see what the other person looked like.
"Nanyue Tea House!"
After a short while, Hunter reached his destination.
Looking at the tea house before him, he raised an eyebrow and then walked inside.
Just as he stepped into the tea house, a waiter immediately came over to greet him.
"Welcome, sir. Are you here for morning tea?"
The waiter saw Hunter's appearance, so he spoke in the xia country language.
"I have an appointment."
Hunter also replied in the xia country language, "A woman named Diana told me to come here."
His gaze swept across the few people sitting in the tea house, taking them all in.
"Mercenaries? Bodyguards? Or assassins?"
Hunter's eyes scanned the people in the tea house one by one, instantly sizing everyone up.
Their robust physiques and the weapons they had concealed...
...all indicated that these people were by no means ordinary.
Seemingly sensing Hunter's gaze, among those he looked at...
Some deliberately controlled themselves to avoid eye contact with him.
But even more of them immediately glared back.
Hunter noticed that one of them had an unusual aura.
"Hmm?"
"Why is this guy looking at me with such intense hostility?"
"The killing intent on him is too heavy; how many people must he have killed for his eyes to become so cold and indifferent to life?"
Hunter secretly heightened his vigilance, but he didn't take these few people too seriously.
A while ago, when he was under siege by dozens of assassins from Hicks Consulting Company...
...he had only paid the price of being hit by a few bullets—almost all of which were stopped by his body armor—to completely wipe out the opposition.
In that battle, Hunter had used his full strength.
Because of this, he had a clear understanding of himself, whose five-dimensional attributes were now more than four times those of an ordinary adult male.
How terrifying he would be once he exploded with full power.
This was the current source of his confidence.
The tea house waiter was not an impostor.
At least, Hunter didn't find any concealed weapons on him.
Looking at his expression and eyes, he didn't seem like those others who, to varying degrees, looked at Hunter with curiosity and hostility.
Upon hearing Diana's name, the waiter immediately understood.
"Sir, your friend is already here. She's in the Autumn Room of the Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter suites on the second floor. Please, this way."
"Good!"
Following behind the waiter, Hunter quickly reached the second floor, pushed open the door, and entered the Autumn Room.
Upon entering, when he saw that familiar Eastern face...
Hunter was stunned for a moment before quickly returning to normal.
However, his mind was already reeling.
"Why did 'Big Baby' show up too?"
"Wait, Diana..."
"Could it be that I've accidentally triggered the plot of the new version of [Hitman: Agent 47] again..."
Inside the private room, an exceptionally young Eastern beauty was currently sitting.
The woman didn't look very old, appearing to be in her early twenties.
She had an exquisite face with a gentle smile always playing on it, but her eyes were very cold.
She even looked at Hunter with a hint of scrutiny.
However, she thought she was hiding it well.
She was completely unaware that Hunter was now a master of micro-expressions and emotional analysis, capable of gathering much useful information just by observing others' gazes and micro-expression changes... Upon seeing Hunter enter the room, the Eastern beauty immediately stood up with a smile.
She proactively gave him a slight nod and then said to the waiter, "There's nothing more for you here, you may leave."
That cold tone was like that of an arrogant female CEO.
The waiter opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately nodded and withdrew, not forgetting to close the door behind him.
The Eastern beauty calling herself 'Diana' waited a few seconds, as if to make sure the tea house waiter had gone far enough.
Then, she introduced herself to the equally cold and silent Hunter, "Hello, Mr. Sun, I am Diana."
"There were some things that weren't convenient to say over the phone earlier."
"I've heard quite a bit about you recently, Mr. Sun."
"So today, I've taken the initiative to invite you, hoping you'll join our group."
"What do I get?" Hunter asked flatly.
He didn't care which power he joined.
The internal structure of the Continental Hotel was fairly loose; Cole had once hinted that he wanted Hunter to join an Assassin Organization under his name.
But when faced with Hunter's inquiry, he hadn't offered any conditions that piqued his interest.
Furthermore, regarding the US Military and the Department of Defense earlier...
...the Continental Hotel hadn't helped Hunter completely clear his trail.
This had also caused him to develop a slight distrust toward the Continental Hotel.
From then on, Hunter would no longer put all his eggs in one basket.
Therefore, he didn't care at all which power he joined now, as long as it could bring him enough benefits.
Diana personally poured a cup of tea for Hunter and pushed it toward him.
"An agent who serves only you, responding at any time within twenty-four hours."
"We won't take a single cent of your mission commission, and we'll proactively help you contact more clients so that you can obtain inexhaustible wealth."
Looking at Diana's face, which was identical to Big Baby's, Hunter gave a wry smile.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
"It shouldn't be as simple as just asking me to join, right?"
"Communicating with smart people is indeed simple!"
The smile on Diana's Big Baby face finally became a bit more genuine.
She looked at Hunter, the scrutiny in her cold eyes intensifying, along with a hint of curiosity.
"Occasionally, we also encounter some trouble that needs someone to help handle."
"Additionally, we have our own bodyguards and mercenaries."
"Their skills are far inferior to yours, Mr. Sun, so from time to time, we'll need you to provide them with sparring sessions."
"Of course, we will provide compensation for all of this."
"I wonder what you think, Mr. Sun?"
Hunter looked at Diana's exquisite face and suddenly said, "If the agent is you, I can consider it."
Diana's elegant eyebrows arched slightly, and the smile on her face remained captivating.
However, the gaze she directed at Hunter grew even colder.
"Deal!"
She agreed without hesitation and, at the same time, took out a contract and placed it on the table in front of Hunter.
"Just take a look; it doesn't matter if you sign or not."
"In any case, for Mr. Sun and for us..."
"These things have no binding power whatsoever."
Hunter's lips curled into an arc, and he immediately took the contract and began reading it...
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