Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

Chapter 153 What’s this

After finishing the acupuncture for Nick, John sat down and chatted with second sister for a while. Then he saw a patient coming in, so he didn’t disturb her anymore.

The division of labor in the Feazer Medical Clinic was clear now. Holbrook was in charge of attending consultation, and Tracy was in charge of acupuncture. Sometimes, the extraordinary students of Tracy would also come to help, but she asked them to prescribe medicine, and she took charge of the acupuncture.

Tracy learned the needling skill very quickly and skillfully, but she lacked practice, so she needed. to practice a lot to stabilize her needling skill.

John left, but on the way home, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Someone was following him!

John didn’t alert the enemy. Instead, he strolled around leisurely. At last, he walked into an extremely remote alley and finally stopped. “Can you come out after following me for so long?”

Crack!

A figure fell on the ground behind him. His first words made John’s hair stand on end.

“You are really a cultivator,” the man said in a gloomy voice.

John immediately turned around and looked at the man in front of him. His pupils contracted violently, and he saw that the man in front of him, with his hair disheveled and his face pale, looked gloomy and moist.

How could a person have such an aura?

What’s more, he could tell at a glance that John was a cultivator, which meant that he was also very likely to be a cultivator.

“John, you may not know me, but I remember your name clearly. I wish I could carve it into my

bones!”

surprised

asked, “Is there

never seen this man with disheveled hair before.

is

frowned again.

I’ll give you

cold man was

family in the north of the New York, Kim thought that the Gibson Family was going to rise up, but he didn’t expect that one afternoon, Amy went

wanted to ask them what had happened, but when they saw him,

Later.

and drowned in the process of madness.

of paper in Amy’s room, which was full of John’s name. The brush was so hard that even the

the blame of his daughter’s death on

why I come to

extremely ferocious, and his eyes seemed to be torn apart. This was not

but I’m curious how you ended up

“Nonsense!”

driven her crazy, how could she fall into the water? Today I’m going to let you go to hell to apologize to my daughter!”

spurted out. Then the black mist wrapped

poor man, but when he saw his expression, he

that black mist?

he saw was only a touch

Whoosh–

like a ghost, to attack John. The cold atmosphere made the whole alley

body, but it didn’t work at all. It meant that the black mist was not a ghost at all, and the cultivator’s

guy become

steel blades, tearing out five long sharp cracks on the wall. Then