"What do you want to do?" Carlos immediately became alert.
"I can consider joining the Templar Knights, but it cannot involve my son, Wesley!"
"This isn't a matter of what I want," Morin said, examining the wine glass in his hand.
"You don't think Sloan doesn't know you have a son, do you?"
"If you betray the Fraternity of Assassins, what do you think Sloan will do? Won't he target your son?"
"Will he do things to your son, like using him to threaten you, or even taking him back to the Fraternity of Assassins, training him, misleading him, making him believe you are his enemy, and then making him fight you?"
"If everything I've said happens, will you hurt him, Carlos? When you're facing Wesley, your son, what will you do? Do you think he'll believe your words, or the words of the Fraternity of Assassins who raised him?"
"...Then I won't betray the Fraternity of Assassins," Carlos said after some thought.
"We're all adults, don't talk so childishly, Carlos. I know what kind of person you are, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you," Morin said.
"In my opinion, you're one of the few people in the Fraternity of Assassins who still believes in the 'kill one to save thousands' philosophy, and who wouldn't betray or run away for profit or to save their own life."
"So, when you discover Sloan's problem, whether I'm here or not, whether you're thinking about Wesley or not, you will oppose Sloan. And when you face Sloan, who controls the Loom of Fate, you will become a so-called 'traitor'."
"That's why I came to you."
"..." Carlos was silent for a long time, staring at Morin.
"If, and I mean if, everything you said is true," Carlos finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
"What do you plan to do with my son?"
"It's not about what I want to do with your son, but what you need to do with your son," Morin said, shaking his head.
"Don't you realize you've been a negligent father, Carlos?
A father who has never let his son see him, and..."
"Enough," Carlos interrupted. "I just don't want to drag him into this cruel world!"
"So you'd rather stand by and watch him, watching him sink into a mediocre life?" Morin's words were sharp, hitting Carlos's weak spots.
"With a terrible job, a terrible boss, a terrible girlfriend, a terrible 'friend'... in that environment, slowly, all his life is wasted until he dies?"
Morin's words left Carlos with no room to argue.
"His mother begged me," Carlos said softly, as if trying to convince himself. "That was her last wish."
"No one can decide another person's life for them, Carlos!" Morin said seriously.
"Gold will always be gold. Wesley's talent is no less than yours, and even stronger. This kind of talent means he's destined not to fit into a normal life!"
"So, why don't we give Wesley a chance?" Morin said.
"Put all the possible choices in front of him, and let him make his own decision!"
"Besides," Morin's voice sounded like a tempting devil to Carlos.
"You also want to formally meet him, acknowledge him as your son, and hear him call you..."
"Dad, right?"
...
Morin watched Carlos leave, a little lost, and then drank another glass of wine before returning to his hotel room.
Now that he had successfully contacted Carlos, Morin naturally had to start preparing for his next step.
As for what choice Carlos would make... Morin wasn't worried at all. The choices Morin offered were absolutely the most beneficial to Carlos.
If Carlos chose something else, it would mean he had a problem with his brain.
"Next, I need to go there..."
...
The next day. 175 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan. This was a triangular skyscraper. The skyscraper had a name: the "Continental Hotel."
The Continental Hotel was actually a killer organization in the John Wick trilogy.
There were twelve Continental Hotels around the world.
In each one, killers could stay, and for a specific currency a special "gold coin" they could get top-notch services from the hotel.
Whether it was cars, women, money, or status, they could all be obtained with these gold coins. With such a huge value, it was naturally very difficult to get these gold coins.
Gold coins were the currency that circulated among killers, and they were stained with the blood from countless killings.
To say there was a tormented soul on each gold coin
would be an understatement.
Morin came here this time to do one thing. The best way to dismantle an enemy is to attack them from within.
Morin walked into the Continental Hotel. He walked in slowly, meeting the glances of the killers resting in the lobby or checking in.
"Sir, are you checking in, or...?" the black man at the front desk, wearing glasses, asked.
"If dollars are acceptable," Morin replied.
Morin's answer made the killers around, who were paying attention to him, this new face, chuckle quietly.
With his hearing, Morin could hear comments like "still a newbie," and "what a waste of that face to come here to die instead of selling it."
Morin didn't pay them any mind for now and just stared at the front desk.
"Sir, if this is your first time at the Continental Hotel, I need to tell you a few things." The front desk clerk was polite, with his professional smile still on his face.
"First, the hotel uses a special gold coin as its currency."
"Second, no conflicts or bloodshed are allowed in the hotel."
"Third, if you want to stay here, you need a new identity.
And only with this identity can you learn the subsequent
rules."
"Oh?" Morin asked, as if he didn't already know. "What kind of identity?"
"A killer," the front desk clerk said. "A professional killer, sir."
"So, how do I get this identity?" Morin asked.
"If you are sure," the front desk clerk replied, "I will apply
for a temporary killer identity for you.
In addition, you will be temporarily given five gold coins as an assistance from the hotel so you can complete your assessment mission."