Billionaire God of War

Jiang Ning nodded and pushed Lin Wen to the balcony.

The wind blew the cigarette smoke away, so Jiang Ning lit one for himself too. The two men remained silent for a few moments before Lin Wen broke the silence. Tve come to my senses too late."

He had nearly finished his cigarette already.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything. He just pulled another cigarette out and passed it to Lin Wen. "No it's not too late."

After Lin Wu had come to make trouble, Lin Wen was now fully awake and had clearly drawn the line between himself and the Lins.

He now only had one family. Su Mei and Lin Yuzhen were his only two relatives.

"I want to make your mum happy, but I've owed her too much all these years."

Lin Wen inhaled deeply and it made his eyes turn red. "And Yuzhen too. I owe her so much too."

"Well then you've got to make it up to them," replied Jiang Ning. "Part of Yuzhen's share is my responsibility, but I won't fight with you over Mum's. That's your business."

They both exchanged glances.

Lin Wen nodded. "Jiang Ning, thank you."

If Jiang Ning hadn't appeared, he would still be living in a daze, he would still be threatened by Lin Xiao and he would still be weak and helpless.

allowed his wife and child to suffer humiliation and disdain

Wen had now come to his senses. He was now more determined and decided on what he

come to Donghai." Jiang Ning didn't continue on the same topic

when he heard this. He knew Jiang Ning was referring to the doctor who could

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The next morning.

Jiang Ning went to the training facility

the atmosphere was getting heated

men

was, and they couldn't hide the

but everyone could see a clear improvement

This was really crazy!

-strength, speed, agility, response or intensity - there was an obvious improvement and they all behaved like they had discovered some great treasure. This sort of improvement was something they had never experienced in the last twenty to thirty years of their

this

complained it was too tough, and nobody complained about being tired. And nobody regretted making

only worry was whether they would be

it

the car, lit a cigarette

the eighth stage already. So there should be someone who would make it past the final stage after a few more

they were still