Billionaire God of War

Peter Pan looked up and threw a glance at Jiang Ning. The look on his face darkened instantly. It was clear that he wasn't happy about Jiang Ning interrupting his game. "We're done playing." The old man sent the chess pieces scattering across the board. "What a downer!"

Jiang Ning was speechless. The old man had been granted free board and meals and had been squatting in the academy ever since. He hardly had any right to complain about anything. "We found him," he said curtly.

Peter Pan instantly became a changed man when he heard that. He turned and stared at Jiang Ning. There was a cold murderous glint in his eyes.

"You found him?"

"Kind of." Jiang Ning nodded. "He seems to be looking for something."

He kept his eyes on Peter Pan as he spoke, as if he was hoping for a reaction that

might provide him with a clue or two.

He was rewarded with a look of confusion instead.

"Looking for something?" The old man smacked his head as he thought furiously. "What's he looking for? Why do I have a feeling that I know what he's looking for? Why can't I remember?" "It's alright. Take your time," said Jiang Ning. "We have plenty of it."

He knew it. Peter Pan knew what Mr Lang was looking for. But he had lost his memory and couldn't remember many things. He couldn't even remember what Mr Lang was looking for. "What does he plan to do with whatever he's looking for?" asked Jiang Ning.

didn't I? I can't remember!" Peter Pan glared at

Ning shut

sure

Pan as the latter sat there and slowly tried to remember what he had forgotten. All Jiang Ning could do now was wait. He needed more information before he could decide his next

leave Donghai unless

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the academy and went

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cliff. Behind him were a few of his men. With a glazed look in their eyes, they

of Luo Qi, the sect leader of

Lang, we didn't find anything. I think we're

said coolly. "It must be here. I remember it's here somewhere. Get more men and comb the area. You

"Yes, sir!"

men departed immediately and

wrestled command over the gangsters in the turfs around New Mexico. Having been split into several groups, these men headed off in different directions, combing the area and leaving no stone unturned as

stood on the cliff,

this doesn't work the

again. It may have failed the first time, but it can't