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?”

from his body. “Listen, I’m

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

Plop!

fell into a

surprise and asked, “What’s wrong, Angela? Did

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

John in high spirits.

only me, but also Queenie and Alice

If you… ”

I let you help me to practice, then who am I to

John shrugged.

two returned to

one was at

the

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

in her thoughts while bathing, something ran

Queenie! She forgot to put clean clothes in the bathroom in

she had forgot to put a change of clothes in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she

didn’t even have a towel

whether she wore 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,

in hand, she saw John in front of her: she

mist floated into the living room from the bathroom,

naked

at her, his eyes

cried out with her face blushed. She

her hurried back.

the scented towel from his face and thought

had made a mistake in his

Angela was flat–chested, but that he had met other sisters before and in comparison

because that she had always pressed her breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should

it could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

Angela’s master, Gianna Semel, he finally came to realize that he lacked