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 the chief disciple of the

a deep–green talisman and hit the three men, making them turn into dusts in an instant.

Plop!

fell into

and asked, “What’s wrong, Angela? Did I hurt you

Well, John, 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

but also

If you… ”

let you help me 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.

was at home.

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

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

her thoughts while

a fool. She made the same mistake as Queenie! She forgot to put clean clothes in the bathroom in advance!

a bath towel before she came out. It was just that she accidentally fell over and her towel dropped down

didn’t even have

towel or not in usual as she and her sisters were living the house, but today was different! When

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

a long bath, when she pushed the door open, the white mist floated into the living room

a naked

her, his eyes wide

her face blushed. She threw the towel at John’s face and rushed into the bedroom.

at her hurried back.

his face and thought back to Angela’s body

had made a

was not that Angela was flat–chested, but that he had met other sisters

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

could be concluded that…

Angela was B.

Two days later.

finally came