A few days later, Jimmy really wanted to know his future mother-in-law and father-in-law's opinions.

But he was thinking too much. Although Nia had gone home a few times, it was obvious they hadn't discussed this topic much. Everything was still unknown.

After a while, Jimmy's phone rang. He glanced at it and motioned to Nia that he was going to the back office area to take the call, where it was quieter.

Jimmy: "Winston."

Winston: "Jimmy, my friend, do you have some time to chat?"

Jimmy smiled wryly: "Of course, when?"

Winston: "Whenever you're free, it's up to you."

Jimmy looked at his watch, "If it's urgent, I can do today, if not, tomorrow. I'm with family now."

Winston: "Oh, family, congratulations. Then let's do tomorrow, I won't disturb you. Goodbye, Jimmy."

Jimmy: "Goodbye."

Jimmy hung up and looked at the empty office. His bar manager Isaac wasn't in the office. Frowning, Jimmy left and returned to the bar.

That previous drink was indeed strong. Jimmy only had a sip of whiskey before going home to rest with Nia. He was confident about his alcohol tolerance; he would stop once he noticed signs of intoxication.

The next day, after seeing Nia off, Jimmy tidied up and drove to the Interstate Hotel. The valet outside took his car to the parking lot while Jimmy walked straight into the hotel, heading to the front desk, which was not manned by Charon as he'd seen before.

The receptionist smiled at Jimmy: "Welcome to the Interstate Hotel, how can I assist you?"

Jimmy: "Hi, is the manager in? Tell him Jimmy's here."

The receptionist smiled and nodded: "One moment." He picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Sir, a Mr. Jimmy is here to see you... yes, at the front desk... got it."

The receptionist hung up the phone and gestured towards the elevator: "The manager is on the top floor."

Jimmy: "Thank you."

This time Jimmy went by himself, pressing the elevator button for the top floor.

Winston wasn't on the rooftop deck but sitting on a couch inside the room. Seeing Jimmy approach, he stood up, "Welcome, my friend."

Jimmy smiled and said, "Good morning, Winston. Anything you need from me today?"

Winston gestured invitingly: "Please sit, would you like a drink?"

Jimmy saw the coffee pot on the table: "Coffee is fine." He poured himself a cup since Charon wasn't there to serve him, and it wasn't appropriate to have Winston pour coffee for him.

Winston raised his coffee cup in gesture, and they both took a sip. The coffee was just right, slightly hot, but manageable.

Winston: "You mentioned yesterday you were with family, are you getting married?"

Jimmy nodded: "I proposed to her, and she agreed."

Winston: "Congratulations, a man should have a family."

Jimmy: "Thank you."

Winston put down his coffee, sitting properly while looking at Jimmy: "I wonder if you have time to go out of town recently?"

Jimmy put down his coffee cup as well: "What's up? Tell me in detail."

Winston: "There are two individuals that need to be dealt with, but it's inconvenient for us to handle it personally."

Jimmy: "Reason?"

Winston maintained a neutral expression: "It involves a power struggle between two families at a higher level, and I can't explain it fully. It's not something the Interstate Hotel personnel can handle this time."

Jimmy: "Alright, who are they?"

Winston got up, walked over to the table, picked up two sheets of paper, and handed them to Jimmy: "The Russian mafia in Boston, Alex Shondo, Sergei Nikitin."

Jimmy took the documents and started reading. The dossier included the two men's names, photos, residence addresses, and base information; Winston's preparation was thorough.

As Jimmy scanned the documents, he frowned. This Russian mafia was not simple.

The Russian mafia in the United States mostly originated domestically. A vast majority were gangs formed after certain Soviet immigrants arrived in the U.S., either established here or born later.

The dossier indicated that the so-called domestic Russian mafia in Boston was actually controlled remotely from within Russia, although it appeared domestic from the outside, facilitated through their overseas shipping for smuggling and support, establishing a local gang.

Current trade between the United States and Russia mainly involves energy, minerals, and chemicals. The mafia's behind-the-scenes boss was a minor power in the energy field.

This mafia's main activities were smuggling, gambling, and sex work. Of course, this aligns with many other Russian mafias' activities. However, for some reason, they didn't delve deeply into robbery, kidnapping, or fraud.

The more Jimmy read, the more he felt something was off. The Interstate Hotel was not exactly a benign place either, with similar mafias in New York, yet they wouldn't typically target out-of-town gangs for such decapitation operations.

Why were they concerned about a distant gang? Was it a turf war? That didn't make sense either. Justin had mentioned before that the Interstate Hotel was essentially an underground assassin organization, theoretically disinterested in gang territories.

Before coming here, Jimmy had guessed Winston might have a task for him. He was mentally prepared since he had previously used Winston's resources to complete a very troublesome task, so returning the favor wasn't too big a deal. Especially when the targets were people he didn't care much about, which meant little psychological pressure.

Feeling mentally solid, Jimmy didn't show much resistance now.

Jimmy frowned while looking at Winston: "The scale of this gang isn't small. To take out two people precisely in such a gang requires a lot of preparation. Are these two the exact targets? I can't handle the entire gang."

Winston nodded: "They are the key nodes, one handling Russian contact, the other financial affairs. Once they're dealt with, others will take over to handle the rest; that's beyond our concern."

Jimmy: "What about the timeline? You know my identity limitations. I can't just rush over instantly, and some investigation is necessary."

Winston: "There's plenty of time, within a month is fine."

Jimmy nodded: "What about the payment?"

Winston: "That's up to you, gold coins or cash, it's your choice."

Jimmy: "You know I'm not familiar with your business. What's your evaluation?"

Winston: "I can't decide for you, but I can hint that the employer is very generous."

Jimmy: "I owe Justin some gold coins, a dozen, and I still don't know what I need to do to repay that debt."

Winston: "Then I strongly suggest you take this job."

Jimmy laughed; the previous tasks from Justin were simple support gigs, earning him a coin or two each time. This assignment seemed quite lucrative in comparison.

Jimmy: "Let's go with gold coins, at least let me settle Justin's debt. As far as I remember, the money's still stored with you, right?"

Winston: "Of course, even after settling the previous amount, there's still plenty left, available anytime for withdrawal. Would you like to do it now?"

Jimmy shook his head: "I'll leave it with you for now. I might need it later."

Jimmy sipped his coffee, suddenly remembering something: "By the way, Winston, I'm looking for a reliable hacker, someone who can provide support and intelligence, like surveillance control. Do you have any recommendations?"

Winston: "That's a tough request, but I'll keep an eye out for you."

Jimmy: "Thank you then."

Jimmy raised his coffee to Winston in a gesture, finished it, and stood with the documents, "So, I'll leave the recruiting in your hands. I'm heading out. Goodbye, Winston."

Winston stood up as well: "Goodbye."

(Happy Children's Day! Although there probably aren't any children among my readers, I'll wish your kids a happy Children's Day!)