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?”

his eyes, suddenly, a blast of vital energy burst out

the Immortal Morality, Gary Williams!” He cried

a deep—green talisman and hit the three men, making them

Plop!

into a

in surprise and asked, “What's

John, you’re so domineering just now. By the way, when did you become a cultivator? Shouldn't you be

John

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

to practice, then who am I to you? You disciple?

John shrugged.

returned to Greenland

was at

tomb of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed

an hour, she scrubbed her skin over as if to wash away all

in her thoughts while bathing, something ran a

She made the same mistake as Queenie! She forgot to put clean clothes in

even more serious than that of

change of clothes in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It was just

didn’t even have a towel

and her sisters were living the house, but today was different! When she was taking a shower, she seemed to have completely

she came out, wiped her wet hair with a towel in hand, she saw John in front of her: she

she had a long bath, when she pushed the door open, the white mist floated into the living room from the bathroom, as if she was a fairy

Well, a naked fairy...

at her, his

blushed. She threw the

at

scented towel from his face

seemed that he had made a mistake

flat-chested, but that he had met other sisters

flat. Of course, it was also because that she had always pressed her breast too

it could be concluded

Angela was B.