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!

crew-cut man walked towards John with a sneer, “Master

want me to kneel and kowtow to

He joked

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

you really not

in the

death, I wouldn’t have proposed to

you’re a real

said, “Well, I won’t make it difficult for you. As long as you draw ten more paintings for us, I will

Everyone suddenly trembled.

Ten paintings?

worth

were ready to make

Clouds, if he could use ten paintings to save himself,

just spent some time

a good

everyone’s surprise, John asked, “What

he didn’t agree…

had a lot of feelings.

weird expressions

They even took the bodyguards

didn’t want

out of his

crew-cut man sneered, “If you don’t agree, leave your hands. I will make

upon hearing

hands, not only more than hundreds of millions dollars would be lost, but it was an irreparable pain and a huge loss for the

previous paintings would be Master

they became anxious and quickly persuaded, “Master, your

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

backbone, but don’t let your emotions get in

began to persuade.

man showed a smug