Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 223 Angela’s master

“Angela, you stay here. I’ll deal with the four bastards.”

“No, John, we have to follow the principles of the Immortal Morality. No matter how powerful our opponents are, we should escape first. Only when we can’t escape can we fight back.”

“What? Escape? Is it too late for me to quite the Immortal Morality now?”

“You wanna be a traitor?”

John didn’t reply.

Their conversation reached the ears of the four people of Demonism. Being humiliated like this, their faces distorted with anger. “Are you making fun of us, you asshole?” They roared.

Asshole?

John’s face darkened. He threw the principles behind and rushed toward the four men in an instant,

Slap!

He raised his hand, a flash of green lightning shot out from his fingers. In the blink of an eye, the body of one man twisted and then turned into dusts without any residue.

“He’s a cultivator!”

The remaining men turned pale with fright. John moved so fast that they couldn’t even see where he was. They looked around, their eyes full of horror.

They didn’t expect that this young man would be a powerful cultivator!

They were in a trap!

John turned around and said, “Look! I have surrounded them! Do you want me to leave one to you?”

“Damn it! This scumbag is making fun of us!”

The three men were burning with anger. It was the first time in their lives that they had been despised like this. But John was a cultivator, they couldn’t defeat him in any case. The only way out was—run! They turned around and fle away. “You bastards! How dare you offend the Demonism! You will pay the price!” One man looked over his shoulder

and shouted.

“You wanna run away?”

eyes, suddenly, a blast of vital energy burst out from his body. “Listen,

hit the three men, making them turn

Plop!

into

in surprise and asked, “What’s

By the way, when did

at John

me, but also Queenie and Alice have become cultivators too with my help.

If you… ”

practice, then who am I to you? You disciple? Don’t you think so?” Said Angela, shaking

John shrugged.

returned to Greenland Villa.

one was at

had just broken into the tomb of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her

she scrubbed her skin over as if to wash

she was lost in her thoughts while

to put clean clothes in the bathroom in

Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It was

didn’t even have a towel with

the house, but today was different! When she was taking a shower, she

her wet hair with a towel in hand, she saw John

pushed the door open, the white mist floated into the living room from the bathroom, as if she was a

a naked

his

hands stopped, then she cried out with her face blushed. She threw the towel at John’s

her hurried

from his face and thought

seemed that he had made a mistake in his previous

flat–chested, but that he had met other

always pressed her breast too much

it could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

Gianna Semel, he finally came to