The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 141 – Make Trouble

Carlos didn't linger on Queenie. Instead, he turned his focus to John, walking up to him with the same insincere grin.

"I know it was you," he said flatly, referring to the stolen black account and the pried-open safe.

John didn't bother denying it.

"I'm just curious," he replied calmly. "How did you manage to walk free?"

Carlos let out a dry chuckle. "The Branton Family's power is greater than you think. In this world, if you have enough money, even the dead can be brought back to life. Surprised?"

John said nothing. But his eyes narrowed slightly.

Carlos leaned in, lowering his voice with a sinister edge.

"Honestly, I want her body. Sooner or later, I'll get her into my bed... and make sure she never wants to leave it."

His eyes swept over Queenie, filled with lust.

"As for the facial mask formula and the ledger—don't worry, I won't forget. You'll find out just how terrifying my revenge can be."

Then he looked around at the villa and smirked.

"Nice place. Wonder how well it handles fire..."

Laughing coldly, Carlos got into his car and drove off.

Queenie fumed. "That bastard! He's so arrogant! Why hasn't he been punished? How can someone like him still get away with everything?!"

John didn't respond. His gaze was cold, dark, and deadly.

Carlos had crossed a line.

Not long after, John excused himself and quietly slipped away. He grabbed his bicycle and began riding in the direction Carlos's car had gone.

Inside the luxury car, Carlos lit a cigar, lounging comfortably in the backseat.

But suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes.

The smiling tiger turned into a roaring beast. "What the hell are you doing?! Can't you see the damn road?!"

"N-no, boss! Look!"

The driver pointed straight ahead.

A young man on a bicycle had stopped in the middle of the road—blocking their path.

Carlos narrowed his eyes. "Hmph! It's that guy! Run him down!"

He recognized John instantly.

He had planned to settle things later, but if John was so eager to die—then fine. He'd grant his wish.

Boom!

The driver stepped hard on the accelerator.

But something unexpected happened.

Instead of dodging, John rushed forward on the bicycle—head-on into the speeding car.

Was he insane?!

The driver didn't hesitate. Orders were orders.

Closer...

Closer...

BOOM!

The bike slammed into the car with a thunderous crash.

"Nice one!" Carlos cheered—but his voice caught in his throat when he saw what happened next.

The front wheel of the bike was lodged into the windshield, and the entire bicycle now stood upright—perched on the hood of the car.

Even stranger—it wasn't damaged at all.

And John had vanished.

Carlos frowned. "Check it out," he ordered his bodyguards.

The two guards got out of the car.

Bang! Bang!

Two loud thuds.

The guards were slammed into the side windows and collapsed instantly—unconscious.

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It had taken less than three seconds.

Carlos was sweating now.

Suddenly, a loud thump echoed from the roof of the car.

Startled, Carlos looked up.

A massive bulge had formed above his head—shaped unmistakably like a fist. The indentations of knuckles were clearly visible through the metal.

Another bang. Another dent—another fist.

Carlos's face turned pale.

What kind of monster was this man?!

Panicked, he scrambled out of the car.

That's when he saw John—sitting cross-legged atop the car, casually brushing dust off his sleeve.

When their eyes met, John gave him a devilish grin.

Carlos shuddered. "What the hell are you?"

John tilted his head, voice cool and unshaken.

"Doesn't matter what I am. I just have one question for you—who's courting death?"

Carlos's knees nearly gave out.

Now he finally understood.

This wasn't some rival businessman.

John was something else entirely.

Just as Carlos was certain he was about to die, John stood and said lightly,

"Tonight, I'll visit your family. I'll take your legs—in front of all of them. Understand?"

Then he hopped off the car, pushed his bike upright, and rode away as if nothing had happened.

Carlos stood frozen, stunned and trembling.

He just left?

He had no idea what John was planning—but one thing was clear:

If the Branton Family had the power to bail him out, then John would simply bring the fight to their doorstep.