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!

of them followed the crowd to a painting stall. In the middle of the stall sat a

was about forty or fifty

hair was in a

with stubble, and his

him, it would not be strange to say that he

front of him was not a broken bowl, but a

This was amazing.

was personality, bohemian,

contrary, it was more convincing that he was the

man stood a row

“Everyone, don’t be surprised. Our Master of Clouds has always been

unique”

explained the hairstyle of

onlookers cheered and

were artists, and their realms were high. They didn’t stick to their appearances

higher level of

be admired!

showed a satisfied smile and continued, “This time, when our Master of Clouds came to the state of Georgia to pick up

short spiky hair

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

now?”

didn’t say anything but nodded slightly

the men and women

now. Unfold the

“Yes, sir!”

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

hair handed the brush to the sloppy man and said,

“No need.”

man pushed the brush away and gulped

and directly infused his palm into the

looked at the huge

his breath and

so magnificent.

Then

“Whoa!”

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