Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 142 Go to Branton Family alone

In the State of New York.

In Branton Family.

Everyone came one after another.

Lester and Sara also arrived.

They heard that Carlos’s car was smashed, and the other party also said that he would come to their house tonight, so they rushed back to the base camp.

‘Let’s see who is so bold!’

After listening to his son’s description,Barron flew into a rage, “what an arrogant boy! I’d like to see how he took your legs and feet in front of our family!”

Carlos said, “Dad, judging from the power of that boy smashing the roof, he should be a martial artist. Should we ask Uncle Tristan for help?”

Barron shook his head and said, “in order to get you out, he has already helped a lot. I’m sorry to bother him this time. Go to find Alan. He is always greedy. Give him some money and invite him to

come here.”

Carlos hesitated for a moment and said, “but I heard that Alan’s arm seemed to be cut off a few

days ago.”

“Humph!”

Barron snorted, “as long as Alan’s strength is there, even if one of his arms is broken, so what? As you just said, that kid is only in his twenties, how can he be strong? Ask Alan to come over and deal

with him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carlos nodded and immediately set out to find Alan. He sneered in his heart, John, I’d like to see

cripple my

the members of

and asked, “honey, who the hell is he? How dare

said, “how could I know?

Soon.

The night fell.

but when eight o’clock in the evening, there was still no outsider

face darkened and said, “did he say that on purpose to

it

that he would take off Carlos’s legs in front of everyone in the family. What was

Family clan thought that Carlos might

reward and can’t return it to you. Besides, I can only

broken, the dignity of the martial artist was still there, and

What the hell are

as he

in and said,

bike.”

eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce light. “It must be that guy. Let him

him die here!”

a

“Could it be… John?”

already known that there was a grudge between them, but he didn’t tell them exactly

a young man rode a bike to come here,

was John.

he saw the figure getting clearer and clearer, his ominous premonition was

It was indeed John.

He looked at Carlos and other people

A moment later.

move, the boldest move he had ever made

his hand and shouted anxiously to John, “brother John, hurry up. They

in Branton Family, and he couldn’t even say a word in usual. It could

face darkened and cursed, “Damn it! What’s wrong with that useless son-in-law