Billionaire God of War

"I brought every piece of the coffin back. These are our best engineers. They are confident that they can put the coffin back together again."

Peter Pan reached out and touched a piece of the coffin. He shook his head. "It's pointless."

He sighed as his palm brushed against the wooden plank of the coffin.

Coffins like his had been carved from a single thousand-year-old tree. Even if they could find a thousand-year-old tree, craftsmen who could build such a coffin didn't exist anymore. Something that had been broken and put back together would never be as good as something that had never been broken in the first place.

"You can't fix it even if you put it back together again. It's pointless. Forget it."

He pulled his hand back reluctantly. There was nothing he could do about this.

"That scoundrel. He's trying to force me into a corner," scoffed Peter Pan before sighing. "He's as wily as he used to be. What a fox! He's got no scruples at all."

Jiang Ning waved his hand and sent the engineers away.

"What's so special about this coffin?"

The black coffin before him did have an air about it that made it dissimilar to other coffins. You could tell that it had withstood the ravages of time. Yet, it continued to exude an aura of surety. With its lid upon it, the coffin resembled a separate space that was divorced from the rest of the world.

your lifespan if you sleep inside this coffin. A corpse

None exist now," sighed Peter Pan. "That scoundrel. How could he bear to destroy the coffin? He's trying to drive me into a corner. I'm going

coupled with a calmness that was absent in his earlier

He had probably regained most of his memories. Jiang Ning

from. But he knew that all of this had something

idea what

many questions. I can't remember much but I'll tell you what

just want to know what

to save someone,"

Save someone?

indeed the case,

person. He'll kill anyone who stands in his way of saving that one person.

innocent bystanders. He'll kiel.ne

all

shrank. What a ruthless

the epitome of

are no lengths that he will not go to. You should count yourself blessed if you are the objection of his affections. But if

asked

and Mr Lang didn't belong to the present. The coffin was proof. One could live for a very, very long time if one