Agreed “Physically,” and the High Table

An hour later, Selina drove to the lab in Nassau County.

After entering, she quickly went to the workshop.

Gold Nugget went to a corner and looked at a gray, square-headed dumb mutt. "Hm?"

The dumb mutt stared foolishly at this new superior, then took a cautious sniff and barked.

Pleased, Gold Nugget stretched out a paw and patted the dog's head with a smile.

While the two dogs were establishing their master and minion positions, the workshop was already sealed shut.

But the protective screen hadn't been activated, and one could still see into the workshop.

Selina activated the comms unit. "He agreed?"

She couldn't help but turn around to take a look. What the hell, he even brought the dog back with him! Wasn't he afraid that the dog lover would blow up his head in the future?!

Luke was directing the medical A.I. program, Osiris, to use a robotic arm to cut into John Wick.

He shrugged. "Physically, he agreed."