Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 532 Die

John entered the sixth floor, his heart racing with excitement, making it difficult for him to maintain

composure.

His heart was pounding fiercely as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

John understood that he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

The mysterious attraction felt like countless indistinguishable tentacles crawling out of the mist, tightly wrapping

around John’s body and pulling him in.

The lightning around him was wildly twisting, and there was not just a dozen, but dozens and hundreds of lightning

bolts.

It was as if John’s intrusion had fully activated the lightning there, condensing into a densely

packed lightning space.

Even so, not a single bolt of lightning hit John.

John moved through the cracks in the lightning as if the lightning around him was summoned by him. He was like

the ruler of that lightning space, the god controlling lightning.

The people outside were already dumbfounded.

The eerie sight was never seen before, and it left everyone extremely frightened.

The students were so transfixed on the Thunder Marsh that they forgot to breathe. Not a single thought occurred to

them to call the teachers from the school to come and investigate the

situation.

They were afraid that they might miss the moment of excitement.

Kate’s heart tightened, and her palms were sweating profusely. She looked at the spectacular lightning, feeling

extremely anxious and secretly praying for John’s safety.

Kate silently prayed.

John had reached the edge of the fog.

His breathing became more and more labored.

He had no idea what was inside the fog, but he was sure that something was calling out to him. He could also feel a

faint sense of familiarity from deep within his bloodline.

Thunder surrounded him on all sides.

The surroundings were blanketed by dense lightning amidst the haze, with a terrifying thundercloud directly

overhead.

The lightning had turned crimson at this point, and each strike exuded a vital breath.

John’s body trembled, and he was acutely aware of the horrific power these crimson lightning

bolts possessed.

He hesitated.

He had to hesitate.

John’s madness came from a deep-seated feeling, but he couldn’t guarantee that his feeling would

always be accurate.

In case it was wrong, the price he paid might be his life. This is a primal fear that everyone

possesses.

That was the innate fear that everyone possessed.

“Are you scared?”

John hesitated for a moment, then suddenly heard a majestic voice around him, causing him to

widen his eyes in shock.

The voice came from within the gray mist!

John thought, “Could there be someone inside the mist?”

John instantly felt a mix of surprise and fear!

At that moment, the voice spoke again, still commanding, “If you’re afraid, then get out!”

John’s body shook, but his eyes flashed with determination, ruthlessness, and madness!

He had come that far, how could he give up now?

As a Cultivator, it was necessary to rebel against misfortune to change one’s destiny. One couldn’t

wait for luck to come. Everything had to be fought for.

“I have never known fear in my life, and today I will find out who is trying to scare me inside there!”

John suddenly burst with a fierce determination. In the last moment, he chose to trust himself and

his instincts, and decided to take the risk.

John went into a frenzy, leaping forward like a moth to a flame, and rammed into the gray mist.

“If I die, I accept!”

Lightning instantly ran through John’s body as if X-rays were exposing his skeletal structure.

Everyone who witnessed the scene was speechless.

People outside didn’t know what to say to express their emotions for a while.

The area surrounded by the gray mist was covered in bright red lightning. Even their dean dared not approach, as

it was no longer just a game of chance.

Any person who dared to venture inside would undoubtedly touch the lightning.

However, John, acting like a fool, seemed to deliberately court death as he foolishly charged into the Thunder

Marsh. As expected, he was struck by lightning, much to everyone’s anticipation.

The bystanders thought to themselves, “He’s not crazy, just foolish!”

Keith shouted with great pleasure, “Damn it, I told you not to be a show-off. Now you know what the result is. It’s

even splitting my sides.”

Violet’s emotions were complex, and she didn’t know what to say.

She watched as John was swallowed up by the lightning, feeling surprisingly little pain but rather a great deal of

exasperation.

“The one in destiny,” just like being protected by a deity, had a unique kind of luck that often. purposely avoided

misfortune and disasters.

Earlier, John managed to make his way to the sixth floor of the Thunder Marsh. Despite the simultaneous lightning

strikes, he miraculously remained unharmed. It was an incredible stroke of

luck, a manifestation of destiny.

However, even someone who was the chosen one in destiny could not intentionally seek death like

that!

It was like a deity suddenly chose someone and told him that he was under the protection of the

gods and had the best luck in the world. However, that person chose to question and ask the deity

how strong his luck really was.

After saying those words, the person jumped off the 18th floor.

With a thud, the person fell into minced meat.

As he was dying, the person still questioned the deity, accusing him of lying. Otherwise, how could he have died

from the fall if he had such good luck?

The deity could only remain silent, helpless to say anything.

Even if a person has the strongest luck, no one can save them if they don’t want to live!

The deity could only remain speechless and helpless.

Isn’t John acting just like the person in the story?>

Not only did Violet not feel sorry for John, but she also inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Violet’s liking for John was only superficial and shallow. She only liked John because he was stronger than her.

In other words, if another person had the same opportunities and strength as John, Violet would still like that

person. It might not even be considered as liking. Violet only had a natural desire to approach the stronger person

in comparison.

Violet’s personality was likely influenced by Faith’s subtle influence.

Kate was the only one truly worried about John. She saw him being struck by lightning, and her heart felt like it was

being pierced by a sharp object, causing her great pain.

In an instant, Kate’s beautiful face lost all its color.

“John…”