One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-Four Chapters Everyone Retreats, Sending Letters and Dishes

Julius, the manager of the Hotel Continental in Rome, was still the same, wearing a black formal dress and a white scarf, walking from the side.

But this time, he didn't step forward to shake hands, just stood two meters away with a complicated expression, and the meaning of keeping a distance from the Night Demon was obvious.

He is not afraid of being killed, but he does not want others to feel that he is too close to the Night Demon.

Looking at him like this, Luke didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

This is just a normal human reaction.

If Julius came up to show his closeness regardless, Luke would suspect it was a trap.

He turned his head: "Is the room open?"

The black girl glanced at her boss and handed the room card with both hands respectfully: "Okay, it's the one in the westernmost corner of the top floor."

Luke raised his hand to take the room card, 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 top?"

Julius glared at her angrily: "You can resign from me first, go out the door of the hotel, whatever you want."

Black girl shut up immediately.

Julius glanced at the elevator again, his face changed for a moment, and he turned away.

Trouble with Night Demon? That's something that can't be concluded at the high table.

Although Kemora was speaking for the Night Demon, it was impossible for the other eleven to speak for him.

In fact, the number should be nine.

The Night Demon directly beat the Tarasov family into a half-crippled, and the new family owner had to "a cup of wine and grievance" with him.

Then he killed Sloan and the famous killer of the mutual aid association, making the big guy behind the mutual aid association a bare commander, basically losing his right to speak at the high table.

None of the remaining ten families want to touch this crazy killer by themselves. There is no benefit to the fart, and they will only lose their own strength in vain.

Anyway, Ye Mo's character has always been very withdrawn. It belongs to the kind of existence where people don't offend me and I don't offend others. The unlucky families all go to mess with him by themselves.

Three bloody sand sculpture cases are the first, and no one wants to be the fourth.

Luke went to the room on the west side of the roof. After opening the door and entering, he couldn't help but hehehe in his heart.

Saying a thousand words and ten thousand, friendship is still better than a gun and a life!

This room is definitely the level of the presidential suite.

It was at least two grades higher than the "best room" that Julius gave him last time.

He took out a bottle of Canadian ice wine from the refrigerator in the kitchen. He 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? Probably."

He was standing in front of the window, watching the sunset and enjoying the wine in a leisurely manner to pretend to show his face. There have been countless text messages and phone calls from the Continental Hotel in Rome.

Julius didn't tip off because it wasn't necessary.

There were quite a few killers who knew Night Demon in the hotel lobby at the time. These people didn't have the guts to do it, and they still dared to send information.

Daredevil John, again in Rome.

On the bright side, the most nervous about this information is the Glory Society, one of the twelve masterminds whose main body is also in Italy.

After Kemora's sister and brother had an infighting, Guangronghui saw that the opportunity was right, and made a lot of small moves, trying to overwhelm this close opponent.

And the current head of Kemora, Jaina, obviously wears a pair of pants with Night Demon.

That Night Demon's goal in coming to Italy was most likely the Glory Society.

Now, it was their turn to be afraid of the Night Demon coming from home to play small tricks.

Secretly, there was another person who received the news and frowned immediately.

This middle-aged man with a neat suit and black-rimmed glasses, a pair of financial elite style, thought for a moment, then took out his mobile phone: "It's me, the action is suspended."

On the other end of the phone: "No, James. It's up to you to decide when it starts and how it ends."

James looked unhappy: "Jaina called John Daredevil, he is not an ordinary opponent, all those who despised him are dead. Even Sloan of the mutual aid society plus twenty name killers, all together are not there. The Night Demon lived an hour in the hands."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and he sneered: "I'm not Sloan, and I'm not one of those weak chicken killers."

James was too lazy to talk nonsense: "You went to kill Sloan, remember? Then Sloan was alive until he met the Night Demon."

The other end of the phone was silent again for a moment, and finally said, "I will give you three days to investigate all his information. After three days, no matter what you say, I will do it at any time."

After that, 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 you can't stop it, then help this guy kill the Night Demon! That way the boss's plan to cannibalize the high table would be easier.

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 to be open and aboveboard.

Daredevil John is no longer the ordinary killer he used to be. He has used hundreds of lives, including Sloan, to tell the high table a fact - you can't provoke me.

During the three days, Luke played leisurely in Rome, as if he was really on vacation.

No peers came to die, but a lot of girls came to deliver food.

It's a pity that Luke's eyes are getting higher and higher now, and his mentality is getting more and more stable.

Even though several of those girls were on par with Ginny and Selena, none of them managed to follow him back to the hotel.

First of all, Max Zhuyu is in the front, in contrast, these girls are all "eyes" slightly worse.

Second, Luke didn't want to implicate these girls either.

Now, the High Table must be trying to find John Daredevil's weakness.

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 posing as usual, watching the sunset and drinking, and he didn't forget to touch his long beard: "Oh, it's a trouble to be too handsome."

Just as he was amusing himself and satisfying the bad tastes of his previous life, the doorbell rang.

Luke raised his eyebrows, curious.

He had been in for three days and no one had 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 walked to the living room and sat down, picked up the whisky on the coffee table, poured himself a glass, and asked, "Where's the ice?"

Luke signaled the location of the refrigerator, and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.

The woman was also polite, stood up and walked towards the kitchen with her waist twisted.

She seemed to be able to feel Luke's sight behind her, and her waist was twisting so attractively.

Hehehe in Luke's heart, there is no fluctuation.

He looked at this woman, of course, not because she was good-looking, tall and outstanding.

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