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?”

of vital energy burst out from his body.

disciple of the Immortal Morality, Gary

and hit the three men, making them

Plop!

fell into

to her 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 a monk like

at John in high

quite special. Now not only me, but also Queenie and Alice

help me to practice, then who am I to you? You

John shrugged.

returned to

one was at

of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her clothes were still

than an hour, she scrubbed her skin over as if to wash away all the bad luck on

in her thoughts while

She made the same mistake as Queenie! She forgot to put

even more serious than that of

in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It

Angela didn’t even have

towel or not in usual as she and her sisters were living the house, but today was different!

wet hair with a towel in hand, she saw John in front

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...

looked at her, his

blushed. She threw the towel at John’s face and rushed into

at her

the scented towel from his face and thought

had made a mistake in his

that he had

that she had always pressed her breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should be for the convenience of walking

it could be concluded

Angela was B.