Julius, the manager of the Continental Hotel in Rome, was still the same, wearing a black suit and a white scarf, walking from the side.
But this time, he didn't come forward to shake hands, but stood two meters away with a complex expression, and it was obvious that he kept a distance from the Night Demon.
He wasn't afraid of being killed, but he didn't want others to feel that he was getting too close to the Night Demon.
Luke looked at him like this, and didn't bother to talk to him.
This is just a normal human reaction.
If Julius came up to show his closeness regardless, Luke would suspect that it was a trap.
He turned his head: "Is the room ready?"
The black girl glanced at her boss, and handed over the room card with both hands respectfully: "Okay, the room at the westernmost corner on the top floor."
Luke raised his hand and took the room card away, turned around and nodded slightly to Julius, and walked away.
The black girl at the front desk waited until Luke's back disappeared by the elevator, and then asked in a low voice, "Do you need to notify the higher-ups?"
Julius glared at her angrily: "You can resign from me first, walk out of the hotel gate, and do whatever you want."
The black girl immediately shut up.
Julius glanced at the elevator again, his expression changed for a moment, and he turned away.
Trouble with Daredevil? That is something that even the high table cannot reach a conclusion.
Although Camorra was speaking for Night Demon, it was impossible for the other eleven families to speak for him.
In fact, the number should be nine.
The night demon directly beat the Tarasov family to half-mutilation, and the new family owner had to "dip away all grievances with a glass of wine" with him.
Then he killed Sloan and the famous killer of the Mutual Aid Society completely, turning the boss behind the Mutual Aid Society into a polished commander, basically losing the right to speak in the high table.
None of the remaining ten families wanted to touch this psycho killer by themselves. There was no benefit to it, and they would only lose their own strength for nothing.
Anyway, Ye Mo's personality has always been very withdrawn, and he belongs to the kind of existence where people don't offend me and I don't offend others. The unlucky families all messed with him by themselves.
There are three bloody sand sculpture cases first, and no one wants to be the fourth.
Luke arrived at the room on the west side of the roof, and after opening the door and entering, he couldn't help but hehe.
If you say a thousand words and ten thousand, friendship is still not as good as a gun and a life!
This room is definitely at the level of the presidential suite.
Compared with the "best room" given to him by Julius last time, it was at least two grades higher.
He took out a bottle of Canadian ice wine from the refrigerator in the kitchen, walked to the window, watched the red sunset outside the window, poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp: "This is life? Probably so."
He stood in front of the window and pretended to show his face by watching the sunset and drinking wine leisurely. Countless text messages and phone calls had already been made from the Roman Continental Hotel.
Julius didn't tip off the news because it wasn't necessary.
At that time in the hotel lobby, there were quite a few killers who knew the night devils. These people didn't have the guts to do it, so they dared to send out information.
John the Nightmare, reappears in Rome.
On the surface, the most important thing about this information is the Honorable Society, one of the twelve masterminds whose main body is also in Italy.
After Camorra's sister and brother were in conflict, the Glorious Society saw that the opportunity was right, and made a lot of tricks to overwhelm this opponent who was close at hand.
And Gianna, the current Patriarch of Camorra, obviously wears a pair of pants with Night Demon.
The goal of the Night Demon coming to Italy is most likely the Honor Society.
Now, it's their turn to be afraid of the night devil coming to play tricks at home.
Secretly, there was another person who frowned when he received the news.
This middle-aged man in a neat suit and black-rimmed glasses, with the style of a financial elite, took out his mobile phone after thinking for a moment: "It's me, the action is suspended."
The other end of the phone: "No, James. You decide when it starts, and I decide how it ends."
James looked unhappy: "Jianna called John the Night Devil. He is not an ordinary opponent. Those who underestimated him are dead. Even Sloan of the Mutual Aid Society and twenty famous killers are not here together. An hour in the hands of the night devil."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and he sneered, "I'm not Sloan, nor are I those weak chicken killers."
James was too lazy to talk nonsense: "You went to kill Sloan, remember? Then Sloan was still alive until he met the night devil."
There was another moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and finally said: "I will give you three days to investigate all information about him. After three days, no matter what you say, I will do it at any time."
After speaking, the man hung up the phone without waiting for James' answer.
James threw away the phone and rubbed his forehead: "What should I do? This guy is getting more and more out of control. Do you have to ask the boss to call him every time?"
Since it can't be stopped, then help this guy kill the Night Demon! That would make it easier for the boss to nibble at the high table's plans.
He shook his head and sighed, picked up his phone again, and started to prepare for action.
When Luke came to Rome this time, the biggest change was that he was aboveboard.
Night Devil John is no longer the ordinary killer before. He has used hundreds of lives, including Sloan, to tell the High Table a fact-you can't mess with me.
During the three days, Luke played leisurely in Rome, as if he really came on vacation.
No companions came to deliver food, but a lot of girls came to deliver food.
It's a pity that Luke's vision is getting higher and higher now, and his mentality is getting more and more stable.
Even though several of those girls were siblings of Ginny and Selena, none of them managed to follow him back to the hotel.
First of all, Max Pearl is in the front, and these girls are slightly inferior in comparison.
Secondly, Luke didn't want to implicate these girls.
Now, the High Table must be trying to find John the Daredevil's weak spot.
Even if it doesn't work this time, it might work next time. The lives of a few ordinary women are nothing to these people.
In the evening, Luke stood in front of the window as usual, pretending to be posing, watching the sunset and drinking, and he didn't forget to touch his beard: "Oh, being too handsome is also a trouble."
Just when he was entertaining himself and satisfying the bad taste of his previous life, the doorbell rang.
Luke raised his eyebrows, curious.
He came in for three days, and no one knocked on his door except the hotel cleaning staff.
Opening the door, looking at the woman in front of the door, he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"
Woman: "Handsome guy, won't you invite me in for a drink?"
Luke took two steps back and let out the door.
When the woman entered the room, he closed the door and turned around, and saw that the woman had already walked to the living room and sat down, picked up the whiskey on the coffee table and poured himself a glass, and asked, "Where are the ice cubes?"
Luke gestured to the location of the refrigerator, and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.
The woman was also rude, she stood up and twisted her waist and walked towards the kitchen.
It seemed that she could feel Luke's gaze behind her, and her waist twisted very attractively.
Luke hehe in his heart, without any fluctuations.
He looked at this woman, of course not because of her fair appearance and tall and outstanding figure.