Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

Chapter 223

Angela’s master

“Angela, you stay here. I'll deal with the four bastards.”

“No, John, we have to follow the principles of the Immortal Morality. No matter how powerful our opponents are, we should escape first. Only when we can’t escape can we fight back.”

“What? Escape? Is it too late for me to quite the Immortal Morality now?”

“You wanna be a traitor?”

John didn’t reply.

Their conversation reached the ears of the four people of Demonism. Being humiliated like this, their faces distorted with anger.

“Are you making fun of us, you asshole?” They roared.

John's face darkened. He threw the principles behind and rushed toward the four men in an instant,

Slap!

He raised his hand, a flash of green lightning shot out from his fingers. In the blink of an eye, the body of one man twisted and then turned into dusts without any residue.

“He's a cultivator!”

The remaining men turned pale with fright. John moved so fast that they couldn't even see where he was. They looked around, their eyes full of horror.

They didn’t expect that this young man would be a powerful cultivator!

They were in a trap!

John turned around and said, “Look! I have surrounded them! Do you want me to leave one to you?”

“Damn it! This scumbag is making fun of us!”

The three men were burning with anger. It was the first time in their lives that they had been despised like this. But John was a cultivator, they couldn't defeat him in any case. The only way out was—run! They turned around and fell away.

“You bastards!How dare you offend the Demonism! You will pay the price!” One man looked over his shoulder and shouted.

“You wanna run away?”

eyes, suddenly, a blast of vital energy

I'm the chief disciple of the

spoke out formed a deep—green talisman and hit the three men, making them turn into

Plop!

into a

men, John returned to her in surprise and asked, “What's wrong, Angela? Did I

way, when did you become a cultivator?

looked at John in high

quite special. Now not only me, but also Queenie and Alice have become cultivators too with my help. If you...

I let you help me to practice, then who am I to you? You disciple? Don’t you think so?” Said Angela,

John shrugged.

two returned to

was at

old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her clothes

hour, she scrubbed her skin over as if

was lost in her thoughts while bathing, something

made the same mistake as Queenie! She forgot

more serious

bath towel before she came out. It was just that she accidentally fell over and her

even have

her sisters were living the house, but today was different! When she was taking a shower, she seemed to have completely forgotten that John was sitting in

a towel in hand, she saw John in front of her: she was frozen at

door open, the white mist floated into the living room from the bathroom, as

Well, a naked fairy...

her,

hands stopped, then she cried out with her face blushed. She threw the towel at

smiled at

face and

that he had made

that Angela was flat-chested, but that he had met other sisters before

breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should be for the convenience of walking through the

could be concluded

Angela was B.