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

talisman and hit the three

Plop!

into a

surprise and asked, “What’s wrong,

you’re so domineering just now. By the way, when did you become

John in high

special. Now not only me, but also Queenie and Alice have become cultivators

If you… ”

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

John shrugged.

returned to

one was at

rushed into the bathroom. She had just broken into the tomb of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her clothes were still dusty which made her

hour, she scrubbed her skin over as

her thoughts while bathing, something ran a bell.

put clean clothes in the bathroom in advance! Moreover, her mistake

she had forgot to put a change of clothes in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It was just that she accidentally fell over and her towel dropped down and John just came in and saw

Angela didn’t even have a towel with her!

usual as she and her sisters were living the house, but today was different! When she was taking a shower, she seemed to have completely forgotten that

towel in hand, she saw John in front of

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

a naked fairy…

his

cried out with her face blushed. She threw the

smiled at her

towel from his face

had made a

Angela was flat–chested, but that he had

it was also because that she had always pressed her breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should be for the convenience of walking through the

could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

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