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.

anyone visit his cell?" Mr He asked

and replied. "The only ones allowed inside are our own people from the Disciplinary Hall. We

He snarled. "Our people? Are you sure they were

guard's face paled when he

been a dozen of them, so he

"Mr He...I..."

leaving a terrified guard quaking

a disaster. No one cared about Luo Heng's death. What was at stake

He was done for!

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

Chuandao had

been overly confident of himself. That had led

He went to see Jiang Ning

chair in the courtyard. His eyes were shut. He was resting. He seemed as carefree as an old man enjoying a

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

spoke mildly. "There's nothing in the sect that requires my attention. The Disciplinary Hall, especially, has Mr He to keep everything

the subject deliberately. Mr He eyed Jiang

"Luo Heng's dead."

"Impossible!"

face though. Mr He was itching to punch him in the face.

your turf. That was what you told me, Mr He. And now you're telling me that he's dead?" Jiang Ning shook

stormy look descended upon Mr He's face. Jiang Ning was milking this for all it was worth. He