Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 534 My Name is Americo

A figure slowly descended from within the thunderclouds. Despite appearing ethereal, that person exuded an

outstanding aura and had a magnificent stature.

John couldn’t see the person’s face, but for some reason, he felt a sudden sense of irritation and an ominous

premonition.

The phantom spoke slowly, “You may already know of our relationship, for in this world, I go by the name Americo.”

“Americo!!”

John trembled violently and his eyes blazed with uncontainable fury and hatred.

I have deeply engraved it in my memory because it was Americo who killed my mother Aviana, and turned me into

the cursed one as Warren has claimed.

All my misfortunes stem from Americo. Yet, here he is pretending to be a good person and bringing me two

enchanted weapons.>

John would rather not accept those two enchanted weapons.

“Why is it you?”

John roared while attempting to detach those two beads from his consciousness, only to find he

could not do so.

“It seems you have a deep misunderstanding about me.”

Americo seemed to have expected John’s reaction and did not appear too surprised. He just

sighed with resignation.

“Why did you do it?”

John stared at Americo, believing that he knew what he was asking.

Even his beloved, Aviana, was not spared. What kind of man does that?

A complete beast!

Or maybe Americo never truly loved Aviana.>

“Tell me, why did you do it? And where are you now?”

John lost control of his emotions and roared out loud, and the lightning around him continued to

rumble, seemingly helping him vent his anger.

However, facing John’s rage, Americo remained silent.

There was no response.

John had to repeat his questions over and over again.

He was determined to find out the truth and make that man repent for what happened in the past.

The lightning continued to flash in the sky.

These lightning bolts were in John’s consciousness. As John’s consciousness violently fluctuated, the lightning was

also slightly affected.

The thunderous sound of the lightning did not cease.

Americo still did not answer.

John continued to repeat his question over and over. Even though he was only conscious there, he felt like he was

crying, his throat almost hoarse from shouting.

It lasted for half one hour.

John’s shouts grew quieter, not because he was tired, but because he was gradually calming

down.

Perhaps that was one reason for Americo’s silence.

Americo knew that John would lose control of his emotions when he heard his name. So he let him

vent, letting out all his anger and grievances.

“Tell me the answer.”

John’s voice had returned to its usual calm tone, and his face was no longer contorted as it was

before.

That time, Americo finally didn’t remain silent and slowly said, “I can only tell you two things. First, I did not kill your

mother, Aviana. Second, I love Aviana very much.”

After saying that, Americo stopped talking.

John was completely stunned.

Alexandra had told me that when my mother, Aviana, died, only Americo was by her side. So if it

wasn’t Americo, who could it be?

Warren had told me that Americo occasionally lost his sanity, becoming like a sorcerer. This was

also confirmed by my experiences.

So it was possible that Americo, in a state of insanity, could have killed his beloved.

Moreover, the most important thing was, if Americo didn’t kill Aviana, why didn’t he explain? Why did he disappear

without saying anything?>

There were too many unreasonable things in it. It was impossible for John to believe Americo’s

words so easily.

“I know you don’t believe me.”

Americo saw through John’s thoughts and took the initiative to answer, “This is a complex matter, and it is not

suitable to tell you the truth now. You also don’t need to ask the people from Grand Theft. They cannot tell you the

answer.”

Americo and Grand Theft were in cahoots!

Everything was a trap laid by Americo and Grand Theft.

Everything was part of their scheme.>

How could John possibly be at ease? He said with a pained expression, “It’s just an answer. Is it so difficult for you to

say? Why do you keep deceiving me and hiding the truth?”

“Everything we do is for your own good…”

Suddenly, Americo paused and continued, “I’m not telling you the answer because you’re still too weak. You are as

small as an ant and as useless as a blade of grass.”

Those words were very cruel and harsh to John. But Americo had to say it.

That was also the first time John had been so ruthlessly belittled and struck down by someone.

Ever since he had cultivated the Nameless Divine Skill, John’s talent had been constantly erupting

and growing rapidly. He had honed his mind for five years in the border battlefield. During those

five years, he had suppressed his cultivation base, not using the power of the cultivator, but it had

not affected his cultivation progress.

After returning from the border battlefield, he had encountered several opponents at the Gold Core

Stage. John had devoured them one by one and had now reached the consummation of Golden Crystal Realm.

This was already the limit of the consummation of Golden Crystal Realm.

Because John could sense that there seemed to be a sturdy barrier above the consummation of

Golden Crystal Realm, which he could not easily break through.

That was likely the reason why Perry, the old monk, mentioned that this world’s cultivation base

was the highest at the consummation of Golden Crystal Realm. Even the cultivators at the Golden Crystal Realm’s

consummation level were likely blocked by this barrier, preventing them from advancing beyond the Nascent Soul

Stage.

In other words, John had already reached the limit of that world’s cultivation at the young age of twenty-one. His

tremendous talent was undoubtedly fearsome.

However, according to Americo, John’s talent was not even comparable to that of an ant or a

blade of grass.

John couldn’t bear to listen to Americo’s words!