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?”

body. “Listen, I’m the chief disciple of the Immortal Morality, Gary Williams!”

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

Plop!

into

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

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

at John in

me, but also Queenie

If you… ”

to practice, then who am I to you? You disciple? Don’t you think so?” Said Angela, shaking her head.

John shrugged.

two returned to Greenland Villa.

one was

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

over as if to

was lost in her thoughts while bathing, something

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

bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It was just that she accidentally fell over and her

Angela didn’t even have a

whether she wore a towel or not in usual as she and her sisters were living the house, but today was

when she came out, wiped her wet hair with a towel in hand, she saw John in front of her: she

she pushed the door open, the white mist floated into the

a naked fairy…

looked at her, his eyes

she cried out with her face blushed. She threw the towel at

smiled at her hurried

face and thought back

had made a mistake

but that he had met other sisters

her breast too much

could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

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