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.

come across anyone who could make Liu Qing behave or anyone whom the sect leader

to make a good

the guard away. The latter retreated to a corner immediately. He raised his chin and

"You're too slow."

was training fiercely in the distance. Her speed had increased visibly in the past

found her own

slow. Her

to go before she could reach

Ning. That

the hell did

a word of complaint though. "Humph. There's nothing I can do to you,

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still too slow. Are you trying to fail

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

can't even get something so simple

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

Control. Control. Control!

couldn't make him mad now. At least

Qing muttered secretly to herself, spewing curses at Jiang Ning in her head as she quickened

doing this because of the impending test. She wouldn't be so

to Jiang Ning? Why should she accord him any respect?

shot forward and sent the sandbag flying across the training