Chapter 1307 - Everybody Retreats, and a Visit

Julius, the manager of the Rome Continental Hotel, walked over in his usual black suit and white scarf.

But this time, he didn’t go forward to shake hands. He simply stood two meters away with a complicated expression, clearly keeping his distance from the Boogeyman.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of being killed, but that he didn’t want other people to think that he was that close to the Boogeyman.

Luke ignored it.

This was just a normal reaction.

If Julius did draw closer, Luke would suspect that it was a trap.

He turned around. “Is the room ready?”

The girl glanced at her boss and respectfully gave him a room card. “Yes, the room is in the west wing and on the top floor.”

Luke took the room card and nodded at Julius before he left.

After Luke disappeared into the elevator, the receptionist asked in a low voice, “Should we inform the higher-ups?”

Julius glared at her angrily. “You can resign from here first. Once you leave the hotel, you can do whatever you want.”

The girl immediately shut up.

Julius looked at the elevator again, and his expression changed for a moment before he turned around and left.

Look for trouble with the Boogeyman? That was something that even the High Table couldn’t make a decision on.

Although Camorra was speaking up for the Boogeyman, the other eleven families weren’t.

Actually, the number should be nine.

The Boogeyman had directly crippled the Tarasov family, and the new head of the family had no choice but to “drink a glass of wine” with him to end the feud.

Then, he killed Sloan and the elite assassins of the Fraternity, leaving the bigshot behind the organization short of a figurehead and basically losing the right to speak at the High Table.

None of the remaining nine families wanted to touch this crazy god of slaughter. There was no benefit; they would only senselessly lose their own power.

In any case, the Boogeyman had always been a loner. He was the kind of person who wouldn’t attack unless he was attacked. The unlucky ones were those who provoked him.

None of them wanted to be the fourth victim.

Luke went to the room in the west wing of the hotel. He chuckled inwardly.

No matter how you put it, friendly relations still couldn’t compare with guns and lives!

This was definitely a presidential suite.

It was at least two levels higher than the “best room” which Julius had given him last time.

Taking out a bottle of wine from the kitchen fridge, Luke walked to the window and looked at the red setting sun. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it. “Is this the life? Probably.”

He stood in front of the window and leisurely enjoyed the setting sun as he sipped his wine. Countless messages and calls had already spread from the Rome Continental Hotel.

Julius hadn’t notified anyone, because it wasn’t necessary.

Many hitmen in the hotel lobby had already recognized the Boogeyman. These people didn’t have the guts to take action, but dared to send out the intelligence.

Boogeyman John had appeared in Rome again.

On the surface, the party that was the most nervous about this intelligence was Ndrangheta, one of the twelve members of the High Table whose main base was in Italy.

After the internal conflict between the Camorra siblings, Ndrangheta had taken advantage of the opportunity to carry out a lot of small tricks, and was close to suppressing this opponent of theirs.

The current head of the family, Gianna, was clearly on the Boogeyman’s side.

Then, it was highly possible that the Boogeyman’s target in Italy was Ndrangheta.

Now, it was their turn to be afraid that the Boogeyman would play dirty tricks in their own backyard.

Elsewhere, a person instantly frowned when he received the news.

The middle-aged man in a suit and black-rimmed glasses thought for a moment, before he took out his phone. “It’s me. Stop the operation.”

On the other end of the line: “No, James. You decide when to start, but how it ends is up to me.”

James didn’t look happy. “Gianna called Boogeyman John over. He’s not an ordinary opponent. Those who underestimated him are dead. Even Sloan and 20 elite assassins from the Fraternity didn’t survive an hour at the hands of the Boogeyman.”

After a brief silence, the person on the other end sneered. “I’m not Sloan, and I’m not one of those weaklings.”

James was too lazy to talk nonsense. “You went to kill Sloan before, remember? Then, Sloan survived, until he ran into the Boogeyman.”

After another brief silence, the person on the other end finally said, “I’ll give you three days to investigate him. After that, 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 tossed the phone aside and rubbed his forehead. “What should I do? This guy is acting more and more out of control. Do I have to get the boss to call him every time?”

Since there was no way to stop it, he would just help this guy kill the Boogeyman! That way, it would be easier for the boss to swallow up the High Table.

He shook his head and sighed. He picked up his phone again and got ready.

The biggest difference in Luke coming to Rome this time was that he was doing everything in the open.

Boogeyman John was no longer an ordinary hitman. He had already used hundreds of lives, including Sloan’s, to tell the High Table one thing: You can’t afford to offend me.

For the next three days, Luke roamed Rome as if he were on vacation.

No one in the same trade came over to look for death, but a bunch of girls did come to serve themselves up.

It was a pity that Luke now had better sight and a more stable mind.

Even though some of the girls were on par with Jenny and Selina, none of them were able to return to the hotel with him.

Firstly, these girls weren’t as good as a gem like Max.

Secondly, Luke didn’t want to get these girls involved.

The High Table was definitely looking for Boogeyman John’s weakness now.

Even if they couldn’t use it this time, they might be able to next time. The lives of a few ordinary women meant nothing to these people.

In the evening, Luke postured in front of the window. Watching the sunset as he drank, he didn’t forget to stroke his beard. “Sigh, being too handsome is also a problem.”

While he was amusing himself with fulfilling his fanciful thoughts from his previous life, the doorbell rang.

Luke raised an eyebrow, curious.

He had been here for three days, and nobody had knocked on his door except the hotel cleaners.

Opening the door, he looked at the woman and asked indifferently, “What’s the matter?”

The woman asked, “Handsome, aren’t you going to buy me a drink?”

Luke stepped back to open the door.

After the woman entered, he closed the door and turned around, only to see that the woman was already sitting in the living room. She picked up the whiskey on the coffee table and poured herself a glass. “Where’s the ice?”

Luke pointed at the fridge and silently sat down on the couch.

The woman got up and walked to the kitchen.

As if she could sense Luke’s gaze on her, the sway of her hips was especially enticing.

Luke chuckled inwardly, but didn’t react.

Of course, he wasn’t looking at the woman because of her outstanding looks and figure.