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?”

energy burst out from his body. “Listen, I’m the chief

word he spoke out formed a deep–green talisman and hit the three men, making them

Plop!

into a stream.

surprise and asked,

you’re so domineering just now. By the way, when did you become a cultivator? Shouldn’t you be a monk like me?”

looked at John in high

also Queenie and

If you… ”

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

John shrugged.

two returned to

one was at home.

tomb of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her clothes were still dusty which made her

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

thoughts while bathing, something ran

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

a bath towel before she came out. It was just that she

have a towel with

house, but today was different! When she was taking a

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

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

a naked

at her, his

blushed. She threw the towel at John’s

at her hurried

his face and thought back to Angela’s body in

he had made a mistake

that he had met other sisters before and in comparison with

pressed her breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should be for the

could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

Gianna Semel, he finally came