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?”

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

deep–green talisman and hit the three men, making them turn into

Plop!

into a

John returned to her in surprise and asked, “What’s wrong, Angela? Did

domineering just now. By the way, when did you become a cultivator? Shouldn’t

at John in high

only me, but also Queenie

If you… ”

no! If I let you help me to practice, then who am I

John shrugged.

to Greenland Villa.

was

broken into the tomb of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her clothes were still

her skin over as if to wash away all the bad luck

in her thoughts while bathing, something

to put clean clothes in the bathroom in advance! Moreover, her mistake even more serious than

before she came out. It was just that she accidentally fell over

Angela didn’t even have a towel

and her sisters were living the house, but today was

hair with a towel in hand, she

open, the white mist floated into the living room from the bathroom, as if she was a fairy coming out of the

a naked

looked at her, his eyes

with her face blushed. She threw the towel

her

towel from his face and thought back

made a mistake in his

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

it was also because that she had always pressed her breast too much with a strip

could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

John met Angela’s master, Gianna Semel, he finally came to realize that he lacked experience.