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?”

burst out from his body. “Listen, I’m the chief disciple of the Immortal

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

Plop!

fell into a stream.

men, John returned to her in surprise and asked,

did you become a cultivator? Shouldn’t you be a monk like me?”

John in

special. Now not only me, but also Queenie and

If you… ”

I let you help me to practice, then who am I to you? You disciple? Don’t you

John shrugged.

returned to

one was

of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although

her skin over as if to wash away all the bad

she was lost in her thoughts while bathing, something ran a bell.

put clean clothes in the bathroom in advance! Moreover, her mistake even more serious than that of Queenie…

Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It was just that she accidentally fell over and her

Angela didn’t even have a towel

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

with a towel in hand, she saw John in

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

naked

looked at her, his

face blushed. She threw

her

took off the scented towel from his face and

seemed that he had made a

had met other sisters

she had always pressed her breast too much with a strip

it could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

Gianna Semel, he finally