Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 503 Paint or Break Your Hands

Instead of fulfilling the bet of kneeling and kowtowing to John, the crew-cut man showed a fierce look, obviously not planning to let John leave here easily.

After he talked harshly, seven or eight strong men came out of the crowd.

They all had grim expressions.

Cutting off someone’s source of money is like killing his parents. Now John had taken away their business, and it was like he had killed their families.

They wouldn’t let him go so easily.

Although the other people knew John was their idol, Master of Clouds, they were instantly terrified when they saw the crew-cut man’s strong group.

But a few wealthy merchants who brought bodyguards thought of taking this opportunity to get close to Master of Clouds, so they sent their bodyguards to protect him.

However, as soon as the bodyguards made a move, they realized their opponents were all rough fighters. In fact, it made sense. If they didn’t have some skills, how could they dare to cheat so blatantly?

Even the crew-cut man could do boxing. He quickly knocked the wealthy businessmen’s bodyguards down

with ruthless moves.

“Stop!”

At this time, the sloppy man kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head and roared. His eyes were red, and tears were still on his face.

But as soon as he spoke, the crew-cut man kicked him on the shoulder and said with a sneer, “It’s okay that you pretended on normal days. But are you fucking taking yourself seriously? If you don’t want to die, shut

up!”

Feeling like his shoulder blades were broken, the sloppy man instantly fell to the ground.

At this moment, he finally realized everything was false.

The crew-cut’s gang used to be polite to him because they wanted to use his false identity to make money. But now they were screwed, so they would no longer take him seriously.

They were all hypocritical liars!

those bodyguards, the crew-cut man walked towards John with a sneer,

to

He joked

calm and even smiled. He said, “A bet is a bet.

you really not afraid of death?”

light flickered in the crew-cut man’s

“If I were afraid of death, I wouldn’t

Clouds, you’re a

being angry. He said, “Well, I won’t make it difficult for

Everyone suddenly trembled.

Ten paintings?

worth hundreds of

people were ready to make a great

for Master of Clouds, if he could use ten paintings to save himself, it would

spent some time and

a

everyone’s surprise, John asked, “What

didn’t agree…

a while, everyone had a

weird expressions

even

didn’t want to

out of his

you don’t agree, leave your hands. I will make you unable to paint for the rest of

shocked upon hearing

of millions dollars would be lost, but it was an irreparable pain and a huge loss

paintings would be Master

the wealthy merchants heard this, they became anxious and quickly persuaded, “Master, your hands are priceless

just ten paintings. It shouldn’t be a problem for you. Just listen to

all know you have an iron backbone, but

began to

showed a