Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 396 Hardy’s death

“How can you uphold justice when you can’t even save yourself?”

Just as Ryan felt that he was on the verge of suffocation, John’s emotionless voice sounded again.

John let go of him.

Bang!

All his strength seemed to be gone. He knelt down and covered his neck with both hands, gasping violently.

Horrible!

It was horrible!

Was this the formidable power of a cultivator?

John could destroy him in the blink of an eye!

The soul realm of the Britain and the Kingslayer alliance would be nothing more than ants in front of a

cultivator!

But what a pity….

Cultivators were different from martial artists.

Martial artists distinguished each other by countries while cultivators had long been indifferent to all these

worldly labels. Even if the whole world was in deep water, as long as their interests were not violated, they

would not care at all.

For cultivators, cultivation was above everything.

That was why most of the cultivators didn’t show up. They would rather stay on the mountain as the spiritual

energy there was relatively rich, which was helpful for their cultivation.

It never occurred to Ryan that the young man in front of him was a cultivator.

Fortunately.

He didn’t show any intention of killing him.

At this moment.

There was a dead silence.

Even the wolves in the distance seemed to have sensed the terrifying aura here and stopped howling.

Sophia stood still.

Hardy stood still.

So was Brian.

The guards of the Zephyr Wolf hunting Ground who came with Brian didn’t dare make a move

Who would have thought that this young man standing in front of them, whom everybody thought was robust

master, was actually a cultivator?

They couldn’t believe their eyes.

After a long time.

Sophia’s body give a violent shiver. John’s identity was a terrible shock to her it took a long time for her to come

back to her senses, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears of excitement

No wonder

No wonder Mr. Lopez stayed calm in the face of so many powerful enemies.

It turned out that he was a cultivator. Those so-called strong enemies were nothing in his eyes.

Mr Lopez said it was too long to draw a conclusion when he heard that Brian wanted to kick her out of the Houston

Martial Arts School yesterday. If she had the opportunity to be trained by him, she might turn the table these

arrogant people might someday lower their heads in front of her.

That was what he meant.

John was a cultivator! How could she stay calm!

Hardy’s brain went blank. Panic-stricken, he broke into cold sweat.

John walked towards him indifferently.

Hardy was so frightened that he even forgot to kneel down to beg for mercy.

He was totally scared out of his wits.

Of course.

It was too late.

“Opportunities don’t come often. Unfortunately, you didn’t seize them. You must pay the price.”

John’s words were Hike the judgment of Death.

Hardy couldn’t believe that his life had come to an end in this way.

But just as John said, he had given Hardy a chance, but he lost it.

John had never provoked him before.

Last time at Hugo’s promotion banquet, Hardy was the first one to mock John. He deliberately embarrassed

John and he even wanted to take advantage of Hugo to cripple his limbs.

In fact, John had intended to fight back that day.

It was Hardy’s father, Robert, who came in time and saved his son.

But Hardy was so aggressive.

He wanted to take revenge on John. He set up a trap with Brian and Brooke, trying to make John a murderer.

He didn’t know he was playing with fire.

When Hardy’s consciousness was fading away, he recalled what John had told him yesterday: may you a long life.

How ridiculous it was!

It was he who put an end to his life.

John’s ruthlessness gave Brian the creeps, his body could not help trembling.

Of course he knew Hardy’s plan.

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Hardy told it to him when he was having a rest at the edge of the open-air training ground yesterday, so he asked

Sophia to stop the basic training and go into actual combat.

Their aim was not to let Sophia carry out combat training, but to use the geographical advantage of the Zephyr

Wolf-hunting Ground to frame John.

However.

God made fools of people.

Who would have thought that they were set by their own trap.

At this moment, apart from fear, there was more regret in Brian’s heart.

He regretted dealing with John with Hardy.

It would do him no good. He agreed Hardy’s plan just to butter up him.

And now his life hung by a thread.

What bad luck!

He knelt on the ground, shivering uncontrollably. He thought he was going to die today when he was

suddenly slapped hard on the face. The burning feeling disenchanted him at once.

“This is a lesson for you.” Said John lightly.

Brian was stunned.

Then.

His desperation was replaced by ecstasy.

He was not furious at all when he was slapped but felt incomparably surprised.

It meant that John didn’t intend to kill him.

The great rapture seemed to make him forget the pain on his face. He kept kowtowing and said, “Thank you for not

killing me! Thank you for not killing me!”

John looked at him in silence.

He didn’t bother to take Brian’s life as he was just an accomplice, not the plotter.

He thought for a moment.

“Tell Robert that I killed his son. If he doesn’t accept it, come to the Long Family. I’ll wait for him there.”

“Yes, yes. I’ll pass it on to him right now.”

Brian hurried to nod. “Then should I tell him about your identity as a cultivator?” He asked.

“It’s up to you.” John said.

He didn’t care about it at all, but his casual answer was like a bomb for Brian.

It was up to him?

Was John implying something?

Generally speaking, the so-called “it’s up to you” meant a lot, it was telling others that you should know what

to do next.

Brian thought it was better for him not to expose John’s identity in case John should get angry with him.

He gave a thumbs up to his wit.