章節 1095: Whether Real or Fake, What’s Real Is Death

At that moment, the fake Santino had just run to the back door with several guests behind him.

In the hall earlier, everyone had been smiling as they praised each other.

They shoved one another now, afraid that they would be shot if they were too slow.

A Bentley was already waiting at the back door. The bodyguards at the back door covered Santino as they made their way to the Bentley.

In the end, five guests suddenly burst forward. Taking advantage of the brief moment when Santino and the bodyguards met up, they opened the car doors and crammed into the Bentley.

"Drive! Drive!" a fatty roared.

"Who are you? Get the hell out of here!" The driver was dumbfounded. "This is Mr. D'Antonio's car."

The fatty was angry. "Do you want to die? Boogeyman John is coming. He's killed everyone inside. If you let Santino in here, the first person the Boogeyman will kill is you."