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.

hundred feet and

one who dined at the table. Nevertheless, every meal had the

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

Those that he did not enjoy

It was right in front of Luo Qi's seat. He would

on the table, walked away and stood at one side with the others. He didn't

Qi arrived

exuded an air of authority and power. He

been served," said the man standing next to the

and leaned back. He didn't lift his finger at all. With a single glance, he told the man what he wanted to eat. The man would pick up his chopsticks

spat the food out. A terrible look darkened his face. "Make sure this

of the men standing along the side of the room who then took the dish away immediately and removed it from Luo

"This one."

dish. The man standing next to

filled a bowl with soup and placed it before Luo Qi. Luo Qi raised his hands this time, lifting the spoon and taking a sip. He smacked his lips,

on the table,

the soup, then waited patiently for

bites from each dish and only tried seven or eight dishes out of the dozen before he was