Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 404 Kill the witness to cover up the crime

Although Thomson had been forced to leave the United States for more than 20 years, it was impossible for

him to have no resentment.

He hated, too.

But what Thomson hated was the Martial Arts League, not the United States, nor the Oracle Palace.

On the contrary.

He still remembered that he was an American.

He also maintained a respectful attitude towards the King of Horizon.

The man was the guardian Saint of the United States. He had been leading the Oracle Palace to resist the enemy

outside. The internal decay had nothing to do with him.

Therefore, Thomson was extremely unhappy when the three kings said that the Oracle Palace was the same

as the Martial Arts League.

Seeing that Thomson was angry, the three kings wisely skipped over this topic.

It was meaningless to continue this topic.

The Oracle King was dead. The only thing they needed to do was to firmly join the Kingslayer alliance.

It was his business whether Thomson was happy or not.

“Ha, Master Hutch, I’m glad that you have this thought.”

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, a hearty laughter suddenly sounded. Then a young American man

jumped down from the top of the church.

The four were shocked.

As if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The red-faced man, namely the king of the Bloodshed Palace, instantly tensed up and shouted, “Who are you?

When did you eavesdrop on us?”

The young man smiled and said, “My name is John Lopez. Like you, I’m a citizen of the United States. I’ve

been listening to you since the first sentence you said.”

Just like you, I’m a citizen of the United States.

This sentence made the three kings frown slightly, but the latter part of the sentence made their faces suddenly

change.

He had been there since the first sentence.

This meant that John had been staying above their heads for more than 20 minutes. The most unbelievable

thing was that none of them had noticed him.

What kind of organization was the Shadow Pavilion?

Assassin organization!

They were good at lurking. Who would have thought that the young man in front of him had lurked above them for

so long without revealing any aura?

Thomson narrowed his eyes and asked vigilantly, “Are you also an assassin?”

This man had such a brilliant hidden skill, so Thomson had to doubt him.

John shook his head and said, “No, I’m not. I’m a gentleman, different from you who always hide yourselves.”

“How dare you!”

The king of the Pluto Palace shouted angrily.

The young man was mocking them that they couldn’t expose to the sunshine.

Although they really couldn’t expose themselves.

“John, since you are from the United States, why did you come to Iceland and eavesdrop on us for so long? What’s

your purpose?”

Compared to the three kings, Thomson was obviously more patient and asked unhurriedly.

“I just wanted to pay a visit to the Master Hutch. As for your conversation, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But seeing

that you are arguing so fiercely, I watched a play by the way.”

John looked at Thomson.

To be honest, before he came to the Shadow Pavilion, he really didn’t expect that the leader of the assassin

organization would be a person with a clear distinction between love and hate.

He had a good first impression.

However, the king of the Bloodshed Palace snorted, “You are eavesdropping. Why do you say that blatantly?”

John ignored him.

Thomson said thoughtfully, “You just said you were here to visit me. Did we know each other before?”

“No, we don’t.”

John shook his head and said with a smile, “I’m just a nobody. How could I have the chance to know Master

Hutch?

I just heard that the master of the Shadow Pavilion is from the United States, so I came here to have a look.”

“Humph! Our three kings are also from the United States. Why don’t you come to visit us?”

The king of the Bloodshed Palace was sullen and always maintained hostility towards John.

John glanced at him playfully and said sarcastically “Didn’t you just say that you were an Icelander? Why did

you say that you were an American?”

“You…”

A hint of anger flashed through the eyes of the king of the Bloodshed Palace. Of course, he knew that this man was

deliberately ridiculing him.

A sinister sneer suddenly appeared on the face of the king of the Yaksa Palace. He said, “In my opinion, it doesn’t

matter whether you come here to pay a visit or not.”

“Oh? Then what do you think is important?”

“I think you have heard something you shouldn’t have heard. The most important thing is to kill you,” the man said

with a dangerous smile.

However, it seemed that John didn’t notice it. He said, “What is it that I shouldn’t hear? Is it that your three are

going to join the Kingslayer alliance?

Or the Shadow Pavilion have something to do with the US Martial Arts League?

Or you belittled the Oracle Palace?”

What John said proved that he heard every word they said just now.

Even Thomson’s face darkened.

If John just entered the Shadow Pavilion by mistake, Thomson might spare his life for the sake of his identity as an

American people. But since he had heard so much, he could only….

Kill the witness to cover up the crime.

It was indeed inconvenient to reveal something.

“John, our Shadow Pavilion doesn’t usually kill people who are not our targets. But today, you really came at

a bad time, and you shouldn’t have eavesdropped on us. So, I’m sorry.”

Thomson’s face turned cold and his killing intent poured out. When he was about to make

suddenly heard crisp footsteps from afar.

It was the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor.

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move, he

Thomson frowned slightly, and could only temporarily restrain his killing intent. He looked at the door, and

his pupils suddenly shrank.

The three kings of the palaces also looked over there, and their expressions changed.

It was a man in a white suit. He was about 6.2 feet tall, noble and elegant. He wore a white round hat which slightly

tilted and covered the upper half of his face.

As he walked forward, the black leather shoes under his feet tapped on the ground, which seemed to have an

inexplicable sense of pressure.

“Friends, have you made a deal?”

The man in white suit spoke fluent American English. He slowly took off his round hat, revealing a typical

eastern face.