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.

the sect leader had treated with as much respect. Above all else, Jiang Ning was young and quite good

wouldn't hurt for them to

retreated to a corner immediately. He raised his chin and puffed

"You're too slow."

was training fiercely in the distance. Her speed

found her own improvement

too slow. Her failure to meet his expectations

a long way to go before she could reach the target that Jiang Ning had set

Ning. That stupid

hell

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

do that and it wasn't

too slow. Are you

going to wash my hands off you if that's the case. You're

even get something so simple done? Who do you think

Liu Qing was ready to blow up, but she had to fight to keep her anger

Control. Control. Control!

mad now. At least not

at Jiang Ning in her head

because of the impending test. She wouldn't be

she listen to Jiang Ning?

forward and sent the sandbag flying