Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters

Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters By Bryson Salazar Chapter 55

Chapter 55 The Strange Blood Light in the Night

Hearing the White Ghost call out her name, Alice suddenly trembled.

At this time, the White Ghost sneered and said, “I remember that about half a year ago, the Night Rose turned the oldest son of the Russell family into a eunuch, right? What if the Russell family knew that Alice was the Night Rose?”

“Shut up!”

Alice scolded coldly, and her pretty face under the mask was completely covered with cold murderous intent.

She had only one choice now: to kill the White Ghost and then go back to kill the Black Ghost so that her identity would not be exposed,

But.

It was extremely difficult.

She was just as powerful as the Black and White Ghost. It was very difficult to kill either one of them, not to mention to take both of them out.

And the most important part.

If she spent too much time with the White Ghost here, the Black Ghost might have succeeded at home.

Or.

He already got it.

Alice was also the killer of the Shadow Pavilion. She knew how the Black Ghost gets things done. He likes killing people differently from the White Ghost. The Black Ghost prefers to kill targets quickly, accurately, and

ruthlessly.

At this time, it had been about five or six minutes since Alice left the villa, which was enough for the Black

Ghost to succeed a hundred times.

Therefore, even if Alice hurried back to Greenland Villa, it was very likely that she would see blood

everywhere.

In this case, for any cold-blooded killer, the wisest choice is to kill the White Ghost first, and then go back to find the Black Ghost, so that she could keep her identity a secret.

But Alice couldn’t do it.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would go back to Greenland Villa without hesitation and save her family first, even by doing so would expose her identity.

So Alice just stopped for a moment, and immediately ran towards home without stopping.

Her only regret now was that she didn’t wake up John when she chased him out just now.

John was not that bad. Maybe if he was awake, the Black Ghost would not be so easy to succeed.

Please make it!

Alice prayed silently in her heart.

But at this time, the White Ghost suddenly gave a grim smile, and his figure moved and cut off Alice

suddenly.

“Ho ho, You still want to go back and save your family at this time. It seems that the title of Cold-Faced Killer is just a vain name.”

Alice’s face was as cold as frost, and she angrily scolded: “I don’t have time to tangle with you now, go away!”

“You don’t have time, but I do!”

The White Ghost said jokingly, “Miss Moon, when you become a member of the organization, you should have this kind of mental preparation. Emotion is a fatal weakness for a killer. Don’t you even know this?”

Although he and the Black Ghost are brothers, if one day he encounters such a situation, he will abandon the Black Ghost without mercy, and even to save himself, he will personally kill the Black Ghost.

Cold blood is the basic quality of a killer.

Alice could only be cold-faced but not cold-blooded, so she was not a qualified killer.

Shit!

They started fighting instantly.

Alice had no desire to fight, so she had to retreat while fighting.

The White Ghost did not rush to kill Alice, but instead cut Alice’s clothes with a sharp bayonet, just like a cat

playing with a mouse.

“Miss Moon, I have been to your bar. When I saw you, at first sight, I was attracted by your queen. temperament. Do you know how I wish I could play with you in my hand…”

“You pervert!”

Alice was very worried, but the White Ghost was annoying. Without being careful, her clothes were punctured

several times, revealing her large white shoulder.

Alice knew that she couldn’t go on like this, or she would be humiliated to death by the White Ghost sooner

or later, so even if she was worried, she had to fight with the White Ghost first.

Knock!

The bayonet flashed wildly, colliding with the air and making a dazzling flame.

This is the first time Alice had fought with people from the same organization.

However, she soon found that the White Ghost’s strength was superior to hers. The reason why he had been fighting for so long was simply to play tricks on her.

In any case, the White Ghost had plenty of time. He was not worried at all.

Alice was so angry that she cursed: “You are such a vile and disgusting bastard. If you have the ball, just kill me already!”

“Ho ho, kill you? Why would I? I will slowly conquer you after you are exhausted.”

He likes the pleasure of conquering.

The White Ghost’s abnormal psychology can be greatly satisfied, especially when he sees those people who are usually aloof beg for mercy in front of him.

He is one of the few brutal killers in Shadow Pavilion who likes to abuse the targets.

Pop!

But when the White Ghost was playing with Alice, he wanted to tear her clothes open with a bayonet, and then slowly appreciated her.

Suddenly.

A white light flashed across the night sky.

A very strange and dazzling white light.

It seemed like a powerful thunderbolt struck the White Ghost’s body precisely and right between his

eyebrows.

Next

Poof!

A strange cyan flame ignited all over the White Ghost’s whole body, instantly burning him into a pile of ashes.

All the time.

From the time the white light fell on him to the time when the White Ghost turned into ashes, he didn’t cry out because he was dead the moment the white light hit his forehead.

“Uh…”

Seeing this scene, Alice suddenly widened her eyes.

The White Ghost, the cruel killer of Shadow Pavilion, was dead like this?

Was he killed by lightning without a trace?

“It’s karma! Even God can’t bear your evil deeds. You deserve it!”

Alice spat and cursed. Suddenly she remembered something. Her face changed and she hurried to the villa.

And soon after she left.

A young man with a domineering air suddenly jumped down from the top of a tree more than one hundred

and sixty feet high, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

“You’re just an ant, how dare you bother my sister? Who gave you the ball to do this?”

Finish.

The young man’s figure flickered and rushed towards a five-star hotel in the east of New York at an extremely terrifying speed.

“Allen Thomas, this is the road that you picked. If you insisted continue, then I, John, will kindly send you toText © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

hell.”

Apart from John, who else can this young man be?