Billionaire God of War

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He had made the right move then.

Jiang Ning didn't say anything. Instead, he left the kitchen, grabbed a broom by the door and started sweeping. He watched as a few men carried dishes out of the kitchen and delivered them to Luo Qi.

"Hurry up! Don't spill the soup! Don't you have eyes? Watch out! Hurry, the chief wants his meal now!" Curses sounded in the air. The chef had quite a temper and began shouting when he realized how few men he had in the kitchen. "Everyone's out delivering meals to those prisoners. I don't have anyone left to help me out!"

He turned, caught Jiang Ning sweeping by the door and beckoned him over with great annoyance. "Why are you still sweeping the floors? Hurry up and help get these dishes delivered!"

Jiang Ning smiled. "But I'm not done with the floor yet." "Don't bother with that. Deliver these dishes. We're running late!" yelled the chef.

Jiang Ning placed the broom down hastily and hurried into the kitchen. He lifted one of the plates and walked out carefully. The chef was pleased by his caution.

"Keep your hands steady, you hear me?"

Jiang Ning followed the men ahead of him and carried the dish towards where Luo Qi was going to have his meal.

Tianlian Sect was a grand place. Luo Qi was someone who clearly knew how to enjoy the material luxuries that life had to offer. His residence resembled the royal palace.

dining quarters spanned a hundred feet and

and could seat twenty people. But Luo Qi was the only one who dined at the table. Nevertheless, every

disciples on where to place the dishes. Each dish was placed according to

could see them. Those that he did not enjoy were placed further because he wouldn't touch

looked up and saw the poisoned soup sitting in the center of the table. It was right in front of Luo Qi's seat. He would see it as soon as he looked at the dishes on the table. Luo Qi

and stood at one side with the others. He didn't

arrived

air of authority and power. He looked

the man standing next to the table in a

sat down and leaned back. He didn't lift his finger at all. With a single glance, he told the man what he wanted

and spat the food out. A terrible look darkened

a glance at one of the men standing

"This one."

pointed at another dish. The man standing

immediately knew what Luo Qi wanted. He filled a bowl with soup and placed it before Luo Qi. Luo Qi raised his hands this time, lifting

dishes on the

Qi drank the soup, then waited patiently for

Qi took his time, as if he were genuinely relishing the meal. He took a few bites from each dish and only tried seven or eight dishes out of the dozen before he was