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!

them followed the crowd to a painting stall.

forty or fifty years old.

hair was in a

beard was covered with stubble, and his hair

would not be strange to say

a broken bowl, but

This was amazing.

slovenly appearance was not sloppy, it was personality, bohemian, and

it was more convincing that he was the Master

a row of men

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

unique”

explained the hairstyle of the slovenly

cheered and

didn’t stick to their

higher level

should be

of Clouds came to the state of Georgia to pick up the painting, he was suddenly in high spirits and his creation was full of criticism, so he decided to give you a lot of benefits and painted two paintings

the man with short spiky hair

satisfied. He bent down and respectfully asked the slovenly

now?”

say anything but nodded slightly

the man with short spiky hair said to the men and women behind him, “The master said he wanted

now. Unfold

“Yes, sir!”

people worked together to tear apart a pale picture scroll that was 5 feet high and nearly 10 feet long, keeping the surface of the

brush to

“No need.”

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

and directly infused his

looked at the huge pale scroll.

breath and concentrated.

was so magnificent.

Then

“Whoa!”

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