Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407 The shadow of Martial Arts League

Hanson was an artificial soul realm warrior from the Kingslayer alliance, he was elegant and noble in a suitable handmade white suit, which made him look extremely decent.

However.

At this moment.

Slap!

The sudden slap fell hard on his arrogant and confident face dozens of meters away.

It was clear.

His teeth shot out.

Then.

His body hung in the air and rolled like a spinning top. Nobody knew how many circles he had rolled because of his fast speed. It was just known that he was really embarrassed.

He was extremely embarrassed!

Like a dog.

He lay on the ground with his mouth wide open and kept spitting blood. His whole face had lost

consciousness.

His head ached too.

He seemed to have a concussion.

The slap was so hard that it broke through both physical and mental defense of Hanson.

Hanson was dumbfounded.

Dodge?

How could he avoid such a sudden slap in the void dozens of meters away?

He couldn’t dodge at all.

He could only surrender to the slap of John.

Thomson was also dumbfounded.

The strong man in his eyes, Hanson, was slapped by John and ended up like this? The expensive white suit

had been torn into pieces.

He was the soul realm warrior!

He slapped the soul realm warrior like slapped a dog. Why was this compatriot from the US so terrifying?

Thomson’s two pupils exploded with a violent quake all of a sudden, and he could hardly breathe. He finally understood how the three Kings of Palace died before.

They were killed by John in a second!

“Get out of here right now. Are you waiting for me to kill you?”

Upon hearing this, Hanson was so frightened that he rolled over and staggered out of here. He had been so elegant before, but now he was in a mess.

Thomson swallowed.

In fact, he preferred John to kill Hanson, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud. He didn’t have the right to question anything that a powerful man like John had done.

Why didn’t John kill Hanson?

He could kill him.

But it was unnecessary.

Living people were more valuable than dead people.

There was a drop of blood in the palm of John, which was sealed by a cyan talisman. He had just absorbed it

from Hanson’s body.

In other words, if John wanted to kill Hanson, he could do it at any time. Even if Hanson was thousands of

miles away, it would only take one thought to kill him.

“Lopez… Senior!”