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Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

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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.

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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.

“Mr. Lopez…”

Owen crawled to John’s feet on his knees and begged for mercy. “Mr. Lopez, sorry for what happened before. We

didn’t recognize you. Please spare me for the sake of Keaton!”

Now Owen could only use Keaton to let John forgive him.

John glanced at him Owen but didn’t respond. He said to Mandel, “It has nothing to do with me. I killed Logan

because he sent someone to assassinate me.”

While speaking, John glanced at Pal, who was dead on the ground.

“As for him, he dared to speak wildly and tease my woman, so he deserves to die too.”

Mandel suddenly knew what exactly had happened.

He knew John wouldn’t kill people for no reason. It was Logan and Pal who offended John first.

Mandel’s expression was cold. He kicked Owen on the ground and lashed, “You made a mistake first. Why

didn’t you tell me that?”

“Mr. Regan, I was wrong!”

Owen was kicked and rolled on the ground. He begged bitterly, but Mandel was worried that John would not

be satisfied. Mandel’s eyes turned cold, and he was about to kill Owen.

At this moment, John suddenly said, “Wait. I have a better idea.”

Mandel stopped and looked at John. He said respectfully, “Mr. Lopez, I’m all ears.”

Everyone member of the Powell Association knelt on the ground and had a chill down their spine, trembling

with fear, because they knew John’s every word at this moment might determine their destiny.

A smile appeared on the corner of John’s mouth. He said, “I said before that I am not interested in your

Austconia associations. But if you can transform your association into the US Association of Traditional Medicine, I

believe it will be more promising.”

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

They were gangsters!

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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.”