Billionaire God of War

Like a race car speeding into the distance, Mr Lang left in his wake thick rising smoke as well as gasps of shock as people wondered what had passed them. Was that a beast? It was terrifying. The speed at which Mr Lang was traveling was so fast that it seemed inhumane. He seemed to have transformed into something else entirely.

The primeval jungle was located quite near the city. It could be reached by car within half an hour, but Mr Lang was clearly a lot faster than the average car.

He was like a monster.

He soon reached the edge of the jungle. He stared at the luxuriant flora and fauna, his face slightly upraised and his eyes narrowed.

His nose twitched slightly.

"I think I just caught your scent." A strange smile twisted his lips. "I must have guessed right."

He took one step forward and disappeared into the jungle.

Meanwhile, in Donghai.

Jiang Ning was at home, watching Lin Yuzhen nap.

He watched his lovely wife lay quietly in bed. Resting under her swollen belly was his own kid. The happiness that he felt was indescribable.

He watched her quietly. How he wished he could do this forever.

couldn't get enough of

without a sound. In spite of the silence, Jiang Ning

over quietly. His lips were moving soundlessly. He had something to tell Jiang Ning. Jiang

and walked out. He

"Any updates?"

changed.

looked slightly

to explode. He was incredibly powerful. No one except Jiang Ning was his match. In addition, he was a hot-tempered amnesiac who behaved like a child. Huang Yuming wouldn't have been as worried if

with him. You

only person who could deal with the

"Alright."

Ning headed for the Extreme Martial Arts Academy without any

was scratching his head fervently and pacing in the courtyard. He seemed to be on the

head hard. He seemed like an absolute lunatic. "Why can't I remember?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

others stared at him from afar and

how powerful the old man was. Except Jiang

Jiang Ning had

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them to let him be and keep their distance from the

stop pacing like an ant on a pan of hot oil. He was growing increasingly agitated and seemed on

his head