Billionaire God of War

Zhang Heng watched as Mr He walked away. He wanted to drag him back and question him further, but he didn't know what to ask him. The man had made himself very clear.

The young punk wasn't a simple character. He had gained the sect leader's favor. He would have remained in the dark if Mr He had not told him.

"This won't do. If Third Miss does marry that young punk, then what about my..."

He frowned slightly. An icy glint flashed across his eyes, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

Nothing showed on his face. There was nothing but calm, and another icy glint flickered imperceptibly within his dark eyes.

Meanwhile.

Back at Liu Qing's courtyard.

"Brother Jiang, we just received these

fruits. Try them"

A guard presented a basket of fruits to Jiang Ning. The fruits had been washed and cleaned. He smiled brightly. "Please let me know if you need anything else."

Jiang Ning nodded slightly. "It's alright. Focus on doing your job well. I have high hopes for you."

The guard's eyes lit up upon hearing the brief compliment and quickly clasped his hands together with respect. "Yes, of course. Thank you, Brother Jiang, for your advice."

Jiang Ning was the man who had spoken to the sect leader as an equal. He must be someone important.

never come across anyone who could make Liu Qing behave or anyone whom the sect leader had treated with as much respect. Above all else, Jiang Ning was young and quite good looking. No one knew how far he would go in

hurt for them to make

corner immediately. He raised his chin and puffed his

"You're too slow."

Qing was training fiercely in the distance. Her speed had increased

found her own

her too slow. Her

before she could reach the target that Jiang Ning had set for

Ning. That

hell did you

She dared not voice a word of complaint though. "Humph. There's nothing I can do to you, but there must be

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slow. Are you trying

wash my hands off you if that's

get something so simple done? Who do you think you're

to blow up, but she had to fight to

Control. Control. Control!

mad now. At least not

spewing curses at Jiang Ning in her head as she quickened her

of the impending test. She wouldn't be

why should she listen to Jiang Ning? Why should

forward and sent the sandbag flying across