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

word he spoke out formed a deep–green talisman and hit the

Plop!

into

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

now. By the way, when did you become a

looked at John in high

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

If you… ”

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

John shrugged.

two returned to

one was

into the bathroom. She had just broken into the tomb of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her

hour, she scrubbed her skin over as if to wash away all the bad luck on her body.

her thoughts while bathing, something ran

fool. She made the same mistake as Queenie! She forgot to put clean clothes in the bathroom in advance! Moreover, her mistake even

a change of clothes in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It

Angela didn’t even have a

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 have completely forgotten that John

wiped her wet hair with a towel in hand, she saw John in front of her: she was frozen

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

a naked

her, his

out with her face blushed. She threw the towel at

smiled at her hurried back.

the scented towel from his face and thought back to

made a mistake in

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

her breast too much

it could be

Angela was B.

Two days later.

Angela’s master, Gianna Semel, he finally