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?”

suddenly, a blast of vital energy burst out from his body. “Listen, I’m the chief disciple

he spoke out formed a deep–green talisman and hit the three men, making them turn into dusts in

Plop!

fell into a

killing the three men, John returned to her in surprise and asked, “What’s wrong,

so domineering just now. By the way, when did you become a cultivator?

John in high

is quite special. Now not only me, but also Queenie and

If you… ”

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

John shrugged.

returned to Greenland

was at

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

bath took her more than an hour, she scrubbed her skin over as if to wash away all the bad luck on her body.

in her thoughts while bathing,

put clean clothes in the bathroom in

in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out.

Angela didn’t even have

a towel or not in usual as she and her sisters were living the house, but today was different! When she was taking a shower, she seemed to

a towel in hand, she

a long bath, when she pushed the door open, the white mist floated into the living room from the

naked

his

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

at her hurried

face and thought

made a mistake in his previous

not that Angela was flat–chested, but that he had met

always pressed her breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should be for the convenience

be concluded that…

Angela was B.

Two days later.

Semel, he finally came to realize that he lacked experience.