Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 687

Summary for Chapter 687: Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf

Chapter 687 – A Turning Point in Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf by Bryson Salazar

In this chapter of Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf, Bryson Salazar introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 687 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.

Chapter 687 Traditional Medicine Culture Association

“I told you I’m the Oracle King, but you don’t believe me. That’s not my fault.”

John suddenly spoke when everyone was stunned. His gaze passed Mandel and fell on Logan.

Logan was dumbfounded at this time.

*President Rees, I seem to have asked Owen to tell you that I don’t want to intervene in your underground

boxing matches, and I don’t care about it. Do you think I am joking?”

John sneered.

Logan shuddered in fear.

He understood what John meant.

What Oracle King said was more effective than any guarantee. It was ridiculous that Logan even wanted to

force him to sign a guarantee.

He also sent his men to assassinate John.

Logan was obviously digging himself into a hole.

He knew it was too late to save the situation. His eyes suddenly became crazy, and he roared, “Oracle King!! don’t believe you are the Oracle King. I will kill you to avenge my son!”

With a boom, the bullet came out of the chamber, making a piercing whistling sound. It spun at high speed

and shot toward John.

Everyone was shocked in an instant. They did not expect Logan to be so crazy, who dared to shoot John even

if he knew John was Oracle King.

Logan had completely lost his mind.

The moment the bullet was fired, John suddenly concentrated. In his sight, the high-speed rotating bullet

became extremely slow.

With his flick, the bullet shot Logan’s forehead.

The whole process was very quick.

In other people’s eyes, it looked like Logan shot himself, although his gun was pointed at John.

At this time, everyone witnessed how powerful the legendary Oracle King was.

The whole scene became silent in an instant.

After a while, Mandel shouted in rage, “Powell Association. How dare you!”

Logan was the president of the Powell Association. Since he was dead, Mandel had nowhere to vent his

anger, so he could only put the blame on the whole association.

“Mr. Lopez, as long as you give a command, I promise there will be no Powell Association in Australia again.”

After Mandel spoke, all the members of the Powell Association trembled in fear. Their legs went limp, and they all knelt on the ground in fright.

They resented Logan very much in their hearts.

One of the members cursed in his mind, “Bastard! Since you don’t want to live, why do you implicate us? I hope you rot in hell!*

When facing death, no one could remember Logan, who was the president of the association. They only had hatred in their hearts at this moment.

Aydin was overjoyed. What was happening right now was exactly what he wanted to see.

Since Logan became suspicious of John, Aydin knew Logan would have no good end.

A person who was suspicious by nature would be very likely to be defeated by his suspicion in the end.

Logan’s death was a typical example.

Everyone’s eyes widened suddenly, with a strange feeling in their hearts.

They were gangsters!

If their association became one about traditional medicine, they didn’t know what else they could do in the

future.

Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he hurriedly said, “Thank you, Mr. Lopez. Thank you for not killing me. From now on, our Powell Association will be changed into the US association of traditional medicine.”

Owen knew John was giving him a chance to survive. As he was a fan of traditional medicine, this request was not too much at all.

John smiled meaningfully and said, “Since you agree, your rules need to be changed. The first rule of joining the association is to be familiar with the classics of traditional medicine.”

Everyone was startled.

They couldn’t be a gangster if they were not uneducated.

Moreover, John requested them to be familiar with the classics of traditional medicine.

If they could do it, they would have found a decent job rather than be a gangster.

They didn’t expect the threshold for joining the association to be so high.

Everyone wailed in their hearts.

But they didn’t dare to object. It was a blessing to be able to survive.

Owen readily agreed. “Mr. Lopez, don’t worry. Our Powell Association’s first rule for joining in was to be familiar with the classics of traditional medicine, and we will spare one day every week to organize all the members to learn the culture of traditional medicine.”

“That sounds good. Wait. What did you say? What association?”

“Powell… Sorry, it’s the US association of traditional medicine. It’s a slip of the tongue. I’m sorry,” Owen hurriedly said.

John nodded in satisfaction. “You’re smart.”