Billionaire God of War

"Come on, hurry up! Don't dirty your pants. Hahahaha!"

They laughed out loud and decided not to bother Jiang Ning anymore. They seemed to be used to such antics. They couldn't wait to inflict their daily dose of humiliation on their captives. There would be another opportunity to teach Jiang Ning a lesson.

The disciples carried the wicker baskets away. Jiang Ning emerged from the toilet then, without a trace of the ridiculous look he had had on his face earlier.

Like a streak of lightning, he raced towards the direction that Elder Huang had left in.

It didn't take Jiang Ning long to spot Elder Huang. He dashed ahead, swiveled around then lowered his head and pretended that he was in a hurry as he marched right into Elder Huang.

"Ouch!"

Jiang Ning caught Elder Huang before he fell.

"I'm so sorry! Elder Huang, I didn't see you!" Jiang Ning apologized profusely.

"Rascal!" The elder cursed. "Are you tired of living?"

He was an old man. Even the mere act of walking took effort. He might not have survived knocking into Jiang Ning if he had tripped and fallen.

"Please don't get upset, Elder Huang," said Jiang Ning hastily. "I was in a hurry to deliver something to the chief. L.I'm not going to make it!"

Upon hearing that, Elder Huang huffed in annoyance. He dared not cause Jiang Ning further delay though. After yelling a few words of reprimand at Jiang Ning, he waved his arms in irritation. "Come on, be on your way. You won't get let off that easily if you cause our chief any delay!"

Elder Huang!" Jiang Ning said meekly and

off. Elder Huang

He uncurled his

This was the poison.

eyes. He surveyed the surrounding cautiously and made sure that no one had seen him before making

you supposed to deliver meals to the prisoners?" The bearded chef asked when he saw Jiang Ning. "Did you

scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. Tve been suffering

in charge of cooking the meals, I'd like

to cook. I can cook the meals and you

glanced at Jiang Ning

is one of the best jobs one could have. Why would I let you have it? Come on, help me throw out the trash," he

opinion, being an Outer Court disciple couldn't compare with being a chef at all. They might

lowest rungs of

didn't have

They enjoyed a more elevated status in

he had been told and started to pack the

out once you're done, then clean up the place,

work and began preparing meals for members of the sect. This was a massive sect with many mouths to

to start work early. In fact, they were constantly

time to keep an eye on

didn't make any move even when he saw everyone else in the kitchen bustling around, busy with their own