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!

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

me to kneel

He joked

is a bet. Since you lost, you

really not afraid of

cold light flickered in the crew-cut man’s

“If I were afraid of death, I wouldn’t have proposed to

Clouds, you’re

John’s answer, the crew-cut man smiled instead of being angry. He said, “Well, I won’t make it difficult for you. As long as you

Everyone suddenly trembled.

Ten paintings?

would be worth hundreds of millions!

were ready to make a great fortune!

he could use ten

some time

a

John asked, “What if I don’t

he didn’t agree…

a while, everyone had a lot of feelings.

got weird expressions again.

their arrogance. They even took the bodyguards hired by wealthy merchants with high salaries

didn’t want to

of his

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

upon

not only more than hundreds of millions dollars would be lost,

would be Master of Clouds’s

anxious and quickly persuaded, “Master,

be a problem for you. Just listen to

have an iron backbone, but don’t let your emotions get in the

began to

crew-cut man showed