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?” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“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?”

John narrowed his eyes, suddenly, a blast of vital energy burst out from his body.

“Listen, I'm the chief disciple of the Immortal Morality, Gary Williams!” He cried out.

Each word he spoke out formed a deep—green talisman and hit the three men, making them turn into dusts in an instant.

Plop!

Angela fell into a stream.

After killing the three men, John returned to her in surprise and asked, “What's wrong, Angela? Did I hurt you by accident?”

“Nothing... Well, John, you’re so domineering just now. By the way, when did you become a cultivator? Shouldn't you be a monk like me?”

Angela looked at John in high spirits.

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

“No, no! If I let you help me to practice, then who am I to you? You disciple? Don’t you think so?” Said Angela, shaking her head.

John shrugged.

The two returned to Greenland Villa.

No one was at home.

Angela rushed into the bathroom. She had just broken into the tomb of the old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her clothes were still dusty which made her very uncomfortable.

The bath took her more than an hour, she scrubbed her skin over as if to wash away all the bad luck on her body.

When she was lost in her thoughts while bathing, something ran a bell.

She was such a fool. She made the same mistake as Queenie! She forgot to put clean clothes in the bathroom in advance!

Moreover, her mistake even more serious than that of Queenie...

After realizing that she had forgot to put a change of clothes in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she came out. It was just that she accidentally fell over and her towel dropped down and John just came in and saw it...

But Angela didn’t even have a towel with her!

Actually she didn't care whether she wore a towel or not in usual as she and 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 the living room.

So when she came out, wiped her wet hair with a towel in hand, she saw John in front of her: she was frozen at once.

Since 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 coming out of the heaven.

Well, a naked fairy...

John looked at her, his eyes wide open.

Angela's hands stopped, then she cried out with her face blushed. She threw the towel at John’s face and rushed into the bedroom.

John smiled at her hurried back.

He took off the scented towel from his face and thought back to Angela’s body in mind.

It seemed that he had made a mistake in his previous calculation.

It was not that Angela was flat-chested, but that he had met other sisters before and in comparison with them,

Angela's breast was flat. Of course, it was also because that she had always pressed her breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should be for the convenience of walking through the tomb.

So it could be concluded that...

Angela was B.

Two days later.

When John met Angela’s master, Gianna Semel, he finally came to realize that he lacked experience.

Because...

Her breast was even flat than Angela’s!

“Master, I have told John the principles of Immortal Morality, but he has some questions.” Angela said respectfully.

Gianna nodded and looked at John up and down. “We did right to assign the task of teaching you to Perry. It’s good for you to reach the venerable realm in fifteen years. Ask me if you have any questions. But maybe I won’t answer them even if you ask.”

John was speechless.

Then was there any need for him to ask?

Sure enough, the Immortal Morality was not professional enough.

After thinking for a while, John finally spoke out all the doubts in his heart, mostly about his background and the intention of the planner behind all this. What did he want? And what was going on with the Immortal Morality?

After hearing this, Gianna gave a knowing smile and said, “It's not time to reveal everything. What you need to do now is to protect your sisters.”

It was a waste of time to ask...

John lowered his head in distress, feeling like being fooled around like a monkey by her.

At this time, Gianna suddenly pulled him aside and whispered, “Well... John, I have something to ask you. You’ve been have you won?” back to New York for so long.

“What do you mean by that?” Asked John, quite puzzled.

“I mean... You sisters. ls everything going well?” Gianna said.

She gave John a knowing wink.

Although John was quite puzzled, he still said truthfully, “My master had told me that before I complete the Nameless divine skill, I can’t do anything with mt sisters lest my kidney yang should run off. So I have always been very well behaved.”

“Did he really say that to you?”

John nodded. Gianna couldn’t help laughing and said, “Ha ha, Perry is so funny.”

“What do you mean?” John asked in confusion.

“Nothing. Just do what your master told you to do. Remember, protect your sisters.”

Gianna didn’t explain too much. Her smile was meaningful.