Julius, the manager of the Continental Hotel in Rome, was still the same as always, wearing a black suit and a white scarf, walking by.
But this time, he did not step forward to shake hands, but just stood two meters away with a complicated expression, and it was obvious that he was keeping a distance from the Night Demon.
He was not afraid of being killed, but he didn't want others to think that he was too close to the Night Devil.
Luke looked at him like this and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
This is just a normal human reaction.
If Julius came up to him and showed his affection, Luke would have suspected it was a trap.
He turned back and asked: "Is the room ready?"
The black girl glanced at her boss and respectfully handed over the room card with both hands: "Okay, the one in the western corner of the top floor."
Luke raised his hand to take the room card, turned around, nodded slightly to Julius, and walked away.
The black girl at the front desk waited until Luke's back disappeared into the elevator before she asked quietly, "Do we need to notify the higher-ups?"
Julius glared at her unhappily and said, "You can resign from me first and do whatever you want once you leave the hotel."
The black girl shut up immediately.
Julius glanced at the elevator again, his expression changed for a moment, and then he turned and walked away.
Trouble the Night Demon? That's something that even the High Table can't decide.
Although Camorra was speaking for Night Demon, the other eleven families could not possibly speak for him.
In fact, the number should be nine.
The Night Demon directly beat the Tarasov family to a half-crippled state, and the new head of the family had to "set aside their grudges over a drink" with him.
Then he killed Sloan and the famous killer of the Mutual Aid Society, leaving the big boss behind the Mutual Aid Society alone and basically losing his voice at the high table.
None of the remaining nine families wanted to deal with this psychopathic killer god. There would be no benefit at all and they would only lose their own strength.
Anyway, Night Demon has always been a very solitary person. He is the type of person who would not offend others unless they offended him. The unlucky families all provoked him themselves.
With three bloody and stupid cases before us, no one wants to be the fourth one.
Luke arrived at the room on the west side of the roof. After opening the door and going in, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
No matter what, friendship is still no match for a gun and life!
This room is definitely on the level of a presidential suite.
It was at least two levels higher than the "best room" that Julius gave him last time.
He took out a bottle of Canadian ice wine from the kitchen refrigerator, walked to the window, looked at the red sunset outside the window, poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp: "This is life? Maybe."
He stood in front of the window, watching the sunset and tasting wine leisurely to show off his appearance. Countless text messages and phone calls had already been made in the Continental Hotel in Rome.
Julius did not tip off anyone because there was no need.
There were many killers in the hotel lobby who knew Night Demon. Although these people didn't have the courage to take action, they still dared to send out information.
John the Nightmare appears again in Rome.
On the surface, the group most nervous about this information is the 'Ndrangheta, one of the twelve masterminds whose main body is also in Italy.
After the internal conflict between the Camorra siblings, the Glory Society saw the opportunity and made a lot of small moves to suppress this nearby opponent.
And the current head of Camorra, Jaina, is clearly in cahoots with Night Stalker.
The Night Demon's target for coming to Italy is most likely the Glory Society.
Now, it is their turn to be afraid that the Night Demon will play tricks on them.
Secretly, another person received this news and immediately frowned.
The middle-aged man in a smart suit and black-framed glasses, who looked like a financial elite, thought for a moment and took out his cell phone: "It's me, the action is paused."
On the other end of the phone: "No, James. You decide when to start, and I decide how to end."
James looked unhappy: "Gianna called the Night Devil John. He is no ordinary opponent. Anyone who underestimated him died. Even Sloan from the Mutual Aid Society and twenty famous killers, combined, did not survive for more than an hour in the hands of the Night Devil."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then he sneered: "I am not Sloan, nor am I one of those weak killers."
James was too lazy to talk nonsense: "You went to kill Sloan, remember? And Sloan was still alive until he met the Night Stalker."
There was silence again on the other end of the phone, and then he finally spoke: "I'll give you three days to investigate all the information about him. After three days, no matter what you say, I will take action at any time."
After saying that, the man hung up the phone without waiting for James's answer.
James threw his phone away and rubbed his forehead. "What should I do? This guy is getting more and more out of control. Should I ask the boss to call him every time?"
Since we can't stop it, let's help this guy kill the Night Demon! That way it will be easier for the boss to nibble away at the high table.
He shook his head and sighed, picked up his phone again, and began to prepare for action.
The biggest change that Luke experienced when he arrived in Rome this time was that he was open and aboveboard.
Night Devil John is no longer the ordinary killer he used to be. He has used hundreds of lives, including Sloan's, to tell the High Table one fact - you can't afford to mess with me.
During the three days, Luke leisurely traveled in Rome, as if he was really here for vacation.
There were no companions coming to die, but there were a lot of girls coming to deliver food.
Unfortunately, Luke’s vision is getting higher and his mentality is becoming more stable.
Even though several of those girls were on par with Ginny and Selina, none of them managed to go back to the hotel with him.
Firstly, Max was a great example, so these girls were less attractive in appearance by comparison.
Secondly, Luke didn't want to implicate these girls.
Now, the High Table must be trying to find Night Devil John's weakness.
Even if it doesn't come in handy this time, it might come in handy next time. The lives of a few ordinary women mean nothing to these people.
In the evening, Luke stood in front of the window as usual, posing and drinking while watching the sunset. He did not forget to touch his beard and said, "Alas, being too handsome is also a kind of trouble."
Just as he was amusing himself and satisfying his evil tastes from his previous life, the doorbell rang.
Luke raised an eyebrow, curious.
He had been in there for three days and no one except the hotel cleaning staff had ever knocked on his door.
He opened the door and looked at the woman in front of the door. He asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"
Woman: "Handsome, won't you invite me in for a drink?"
Luke took two steps back and left the room.
When the woman entered the room, he closed the door and turned around. He saw that the woman had walked into the living room and sat down. She picked up the whiskey on the coffee table and poured herself a glass. She asked, "Where is the ice?"
Luke pointed to the refrigerator and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.
The woman didn't bother to be polite. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, twisting her waist.
As if she could sense Luke's gaze from behind, she twisted her waist in an especially seductive way.
Luke laughed in his heart, without any fluctuation.
Of course, he was looking at this woman not because she was pretty and had a tall and outstanding figure.