Chapter 351 An old devil

“Hi, I get you!”

The parvenu vulgarian was startled by the loud shout of John. When he turned around, his eyes widened.

All of a sudden, he sprinkled several bills on the counter and shouted, “Keep the change!”

Then he ran away.

He even abandoned those two girls.

“Can you run away?”

John sneered. It was not easy to catch this guy. How could he let him run away so easily? He immediately chased after him.

However, not far after chasing out of the restaurant, he suddenly saw a Taoist priest walking towards him. With a kind smile on his face, he said, “John, we are destined to meet today. As expected…”

“Stop it! Where is your gold chain and watch? Where did you get your robe?”

John used to respect this guy, but now he had changed.

Fake!

All of those were fucking fake!

“You old bastard, you must have made a lot of money with my paintings, right?” John said angrily.

It was the mysterious man who had made fun of John, which was also his master, Perry Moreno.

He was an old devil.

Shaking his head, Perry Moreno said, “John, I don’t understand what you are talking about. Don’t get me

wrong.”

“I don’t want to argue with you. Come with me!”

grabbed the wrist of Perry Moreno

gentle. Don’t

you talking about being gentle?”

John didn’t listen to him. He dragged him into the tavern, pressed him on the

coldly, “Tell me

that he was

tell you. In fact, I have hidden the gold

that’s not what I’m asking,”

mysteries, about the fire in the welfare house, about his seven sisters, about Nameless divine skill, and about Circle

were so

an ant in the chaos, completely without

example, although he had

the fire before?

once said that when he was still a baby, a Taoist priest saved him and took

Taoist priest must be in the

Queenie was taken away by Ben Clare

sisters were for the time being, but it must be the same

the welfare house, John was not born

was a trap.

be one of the plotters.

the stories of my sisters. Why did

“Well…”

Moreno rolled his eyes. Apparently, he was thinking

don’t want to tell me?”

owner of the tavern, “Serve the

kind of wine do you

The stronger,

“Okay!”

a highly concentrated wine made by their tavern. It was not only strong, but also expensive.

the lid was opened, the

help but

he didn’t drink

John was

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