Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 496

Chapter 496 The fake Master of Clouds

In the state of Georgia.

In a certain village in a small southern town.

After the worship, Alice’s eyes were still a little red and swollen.

More than 20 years had passed, and it was not easy to find her hometown.

Fortunately, the old village head of this remote mountain village had a kind heart. He had been helping to clean the ancestral hall all these years, otherwise, this place would have turned into a wasteland long ago.

It was the old village head who helped her set the memorial tablet.

After the worship, Alice went to thank the old village head for a while. Then the two of them set foot on the way back to the State of New York.

When they passed by a small town, they suddenly heard a noise. After asking, they knew that it was Master of Clouds who had appeared in this small town and painted for everyone on the spot.

Master of Clouds was a well-known figure in the painting and calligraphy world.

His appearance naturally caused a commotion.

Alice clenched her fists and snorted, “What a great Master of Clouds. I’d like to see who he is!”

She had just finished worshiping her parents and was extremely depressed. She didn’t expect that she would run into a fake Master of Clouds. She had to catch him to vent her anger.

Alice knew that John was the Master of Clouds, so the so-called Master of Clouds was undoubtedly a fake.

John caught the hot-tempered girl and said with a smile, “Let’s go and have a look first!”

He wore a black peaked cap to cover the shiny bald head, and a pair of sunglasses and mask on his face, which perfectly concealed his identity.

This was a public figure’s trouble.

It would be troublesome if he was recognized as the King of Horizon.

John really missed the days when he swaggered along the busy streets in the past, but no one knew that he was the King of Horizon. He could act like a hoodlum as he wanted.

He couldn’t do it now.

How could a dignified the King of Horizon act like a hooligan?

No way!

two of them followed the crowd to a painting stall.

was about forty or fifty years old.

was in a mess.

and his

bowl in front of him, it would not be strange to say

in front of him was not a broken bowl, but a

This was amazing.

sloppy, it was personality, bohemian, and a proper artistic

it was more convincing that

a row of men and

men walked out and said, “Everyone, don’t be surprised. Our Master of Clouds has

unique”

the hairstyle of the

cheered and

didn’t stick

a higher level of

be

of Georgia to pick up the painting, he was suddenly in high spirits

short spiky hair finished speaking,

man was quite satisfied. He bent down and respectfully asked the slovenly man, “Master, shall we start

now?”

slovenly man didn’t say anything

hair said to the men and

now. Unfold the

“Yes, sir!”

that was 5 feet high and nearly 10 feet long,

brush to the

“No need.”

pushed the brush away and gulped down a mouthful of spirits. Then he

and directly infused his palm into

around and looked at the huge pale

his breath and concentrated.

so magnificent.

Then

“Whoa!”

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