Julius, the manager of the Rome Continental Hotel, walked over in his usual black suit and white scarf.
But this time, he didn't shake Luke's hand. He simply stood two meters away with a complicated expression. It was obvious that he was keeping his distance from the Night Devil.
It wasn't that he was afraid of being killed, but that he didn't want others to think that he was too close to the Night Devil.
Looking at him, Luke wasn't in the mood to talk to him.
This was just a normal person's reaction.
If Julius ignored everything and expressed his closeness, Luke would suspect that it was a trap.
He turned around. "Is the room ready?"
The black girl glanced at her boss and respectfully handed over the room card with both hands. "Yes, it's the one in the westernmost corner of the top floor."
Luke took the room card, nodded at Julius, and walked away.
After Luke disappeared into the elevator, the black girl at the front desk asked in a low voice, "Should I inform the higher-ups?"
Julius glared at her angrily. "You can resign from me first. You can do whatever you want after you leave the hotel."
The black girl immediately shut up.
Julius glanced at the elevator again, and his expression changed for a moment before he turned around and left.
Looking for trouble with the Night Devil? That was something that even the high table couldn't come to a conclusion on.
Although the Camorra family was speaking up for the Night Devil, it was impossible for the other eleven families to speak up for him.
In fact, there should have been nine families.
The Night Devil had directly beaten the Tarasov family into a pulp, and the new head of the family had no choice but to "drink with him."
Then, he had killed Sloan and the famous hitmen of the Fraternity, leaving the bigwigs behind the Fraternity without an army and basically losing their right to speak at the high table.
None of the remaining ten families wanted to touch this crazy killer. There was no benefit at all, and they would only lose their strength for nothing.
In any case, the Night Devil had always been a loner. He was the kind of person who wouldn't offend others if they didn't offend him. The unlucky families had all provoked him themselves.
With three bloody idiotic cases in front of them, nobody wanted to be the fourth.
Luke went to the room on the west side of the top floor. After opening the door, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
At the end of the day, friendship still couldn't compare to guns and lives!
This room was definitely on the level of a presidential suite.
Compared to the "best room" that Julius had given him the last time, it was at least two grades better.
He took out a bottle of Canadian iced wine from the kitchen fridge and walked to the window. Looking at the red sunset outside, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. "This is life? Probably. "
He stood in front of the window, enjoying the sunset and leisurely tasting wine. Countless text messages and phone calls had been made in the Rome Continental Hotel.
Julius did not tip him off, because there was no need.
There were many assassins in the hotel lobby who knew the Night Demon. These people didn't have the guts to make a move, but they still had the guts to send information.
John the Night Devil appeared in Rome again.
On the surface, the one who was the most anxious about this information was the Glory Society, one of the twelve masterminds in Italy.
After the internal conflict between the Camorra siblings, the Honorable Society saw the opportunity and made many small moves. They wanted to suppress this close opponent.
The current head of the Camorra, Jaina, was obviously in cahoots with the Night Devil.
The Night Demon's target in Italy was most likely the Honor Society.
Now, it was their turn to be afraid of the Night Demon coming to their house to play tricks.
In the dark, there was another person who received the news and immediately frowned.
The middle-aged man in a suit and black-rimmed glasses, who looked like a financial elite, thought for a moment and took out his phone. "It's me. The operation is suspended."
The other end of the line said, "No, James. You decide when to start, and I decide how to end it. "
James looked unhappy. "Jaina called John the Night Devil over. He's not an ordinary opponent. Those who underestimated him are all dead. Even Sloan from the Fraternity and twenty famous assassins together didn't survive an hour in the Night Devil's hands. "
The other end of the line was silent for a moment, before he sneered. "I'm not Sloan, nor am I one of those weak assassins."
James didn't bother to waste time. "You went to kill Sloan, remember? Sloan was still alive until he met the Night Devil. "
The other end of the line was silent again for a moment, before he finally said, "I'll give you three days to investigate everything about him. After three days, no matter what you say, I'll take action at any time. "
With that, the man hung up without waiting for James's reply.
James threw his phone away and rubbed his forehead. "What should I do? This guy is getting more and more out of control. Do I have to ask the boss to call him every time? "
Since he couldn't stop him, he might as well help this guy kill the Night Devil! That way, it would be easier for the boss to take over the High Table.
Shaking his head and sighing, he picked up his phone again and prepared to take action.
Luke's biggest change in Rome this time was that he was open and aboveboard.
John was no longer the ordinary assassin from before. He had already used hundreds of lives, including Sloan's, to tell the High Table that they couldn't afford to provoke him.
In the next three days, Luke leisurely strolled around Rome, as if he were really on vacation.
None of his peers had come to die, but a bunch of girls had come to deliver themselves to him.
Unfortunately, Luke's standards were getting higher and his mentality was getting calmer.
Even though several of the girls were on par with Jenny and Selina, none of them succeeded in following him back to the hotel.
For one, it was because of Max, and these girls weren't as "good looking" as him.
For another, Luke didn't want to implicate these girls.
Now, the High Table definitely wanted to find John's weakness.
Even if they couldn't use it this time, they might be able to next time. The lives of a few ordinary women were nothing to these people.
In the evening, Luke stood in front of the window as usual and watched the sunset as he drank. He didn't forget to stroke his beard. "Sigh, being too handsome is also a problem."
While he was entertaining himself and satisfying his bad taste from his previous life, the doorbell rang.
Luke raised an eyebrow curiously.
He had been here for three days, and apart from the hotel's cleaning staff, no one had knocked on his door.
Opening the door, he looked at the woman in front of it and asked indifferently, "What's up?"
The woman said, "Handsome, aren't you going to invite me in for a drink?"
Luke took two steps back and stepped out of the way.
After the woman entered the room, he closed the door and turned around, only to see that the woman had already sat down in the living room. She poured herself a glass of whiskey and asked, "Where's the ice?"
Luke gestured at the fridge and sat down on the sofa without saying anything.
The woman didn't stand on ceremony. She stood up and swayed her hips as she walked to the kitchen.
As if she could feel Luke's gaze on her back, she swayed her hips in an especially alluring manner.
Luke chuckled inwardly and wasn't moved at all.
Of course, he wasn't looking at the woman because she was good-looking or tall.
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