Billionaire God of War

Mr He froze in shock. He ordered his men to unlock the cell immediately and charged in once they pulled the gate open.

"He's dead!"

Alarm flashed across the men's eyes. A dark look descended upon their faces.

The cell had been heavily guarded. But Luo Heng had ended up dead. How had he died?

No one had entered this cell!

Mr He stewed in silent rage.

He felt a stinging sensation on his cheeks. It was as if someone had just given him a tight slap across his face.

The perpetrator of that imaginary slap was Jiang Ning.

The young man had sought him out and reminded him to keep Luo Heng alive. He hadn't taken Jiang Ning's words seriously then.

Jiang Ning's warnings had turned to reality. How wonderful.

Mr He didn't care about Luo Heng's death. He had to die sooner or later. What Mr He had found unacceptable was that he had died in his prison.

The perpetrator was openly challenging him and the Disciplinary Hall.

cell?" Mr He asked

my life!" One of his men clenched his jaw and replied. "The only ones allowed inside are our own people from the Disciplinary Hall. We patrolled the area twice.

the collar. He snarled. "Our people? Are you sure they were all from the Disciplinary Hall? Did

face paled when he heard

not. There had been a dozen of them, so he couldn't possibly inspect

"Mr He...I..."

you later!" Mr He cursed, then turned and left, leaving a terrified guard quaking in his boots. He

one cared about Luo Heng's death. What was at

He was done for!

with a thunderous look on his face and his hands folded behind his back. If he could, he would set the prison on fire and burn the whole building down. He didn't head for Liu Chuandao's residence. News of this were going to reach Liu Chuandao

Liu Chuandao had probably expected

hand, he had been overly confident of himself. That

He went to

Ning sitting in the rattan chair in the courtyard. His eyes were shut. He was resting. He seemed as carefree as

He approached Jiang Ning. He scoffed lightly before sitting down next to Jiang Ning. He made himself comfortable and poured himself a

nothing in the sect that requires my attention. The Disciplinary Hall, especially, has Mr He to keep everything running smoothly,

up the subject deliberately.

"Luo Heng's dead."

"Impossible!"

shut. He had an insufferable look on his face though. Mr He was itching to punch him in the face. This man was clearly

you told me, Mr He. And now you're telling me that

face. Jiang Ning was milking this for all