Billionaire God of War

Jiang Ning wasn't overly concerned.

Brother Gou and the wolves had reached their limits, where every bit of their potential had been developed to the fullest. Training and actual combat weren't going to help them progress further. The only way to make them stronger was to enhance their potential.

That would be an incredible feat to accomplish.

After all, a person's potential and gifts were determined at birth. The hard work that they put in after that merely decided the extent to which they developed and realized their potential.

Regardless how you redecorated or refurnished a room, the height of its ceiling remained unchanged. There was only so much you could fill the room with.

If you wanted to progress to the next stage, you had to raise the ceiling. But this was more difficult that it sounded.

Jiang Ning had tried to think of solutions to achieve that but he had not been confident of their success.

Since Peter Pan had volunteered to help the wolves become stronger, Jiang Ning was going to sit back and see how he was going to achieve that. After all, they were from different times. There might be many secrets hidden in the age that Peter Pan had come from and that remained unknown to the modern man.

Perhaps he did have a way of helping the wolves.

went home to his wife and child. Peter Pan, on the other hand, walked into the courtyard with his hands folded behind his back. His face darkened when he saw the wolves sitting on the

up!" he roared thunderously. The wolves immediately leaped to their

the past few days. His training had

harsh training and had developed a strong and resilient physique, they simply couldn't take the training

talk, you can still take it." Peter Pan narrowed his eyes, then turned them onto Brother Gou. "Are you getting scared? Didn't you declare that you'll follow the kid wherever he goes and share his burdens? How are you going to do that with your current abilities? Can you

Brother Gou and

had said that. How could

was right. They were no match for fighters as powerful as Peter Pan. They were useless in

and with a hint of powerlessness

their limits. They knew their own. This was the best that they could do. Working harder wasn't going to change that

glared at

still got a good half of your potential that's not

of their

truly felt that they couldn't get

you telling us the truth, senior?" They

one had doubted his words before. "What a bunch of obnoxious young punks! How