Billionaire God of War

First of all, he could change his appearance. Secondly, he could conceal his presence. There was no way they would be able to find him.

Besides, Mr Lang could control minds and make those who had seen him forget him entirely. That was something that the most advanced technology couldn't accomplish.

'Til think of something," said Butler Zhao. "Professor Lu Jing's been looking into this matter recently. Hopefully, he'll come up with something."

"Alright." Jiang Ning nodded.

Butler Zhao didn't speak further. He returned with Huang Yuming immediately and went in search of Professor Lu Jing, hoping that the latter might have some new findings for them. They knew that they couldn't rush research but they had to make full use of whatever time they had.

Jiang Ning had decided to kill Mr Lang.

Meanwhile, Mr Lang was oblivious to what was going on in the world. His attention was focused on his own matters.

"Why are you here again?" His ears twitched. Heifeng walked out from the darkness.

"The lunatic's dead."

"I see." Mr Lang didn't seem to care. "We knew he was crazy. His death is expected. Did he go to Donghai and provoke Jiang Ning and that old fellow?"

sounded solemn and

at Heifeng. Who else could have killed him

teamed up and killed

threat because he knew that he could still run if he weren't Jiang Ning's match. But things had changed. Jiang Ning's men had managed to kill the lunatic. They had become a danger to him

"His men?"

he had not paid much attention to them. They were simply ordinary men who could be killed with

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bodies. I didn't expect them to become that powerful

slightly. These

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weren't the only tough opponents they had to contend with now. The wolves now had the ability to kill them too.

strong the wolves became, they could never

he didn't even consider Jiang Ning

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didn't say

saw him as a mere tool. No

pulled a piece of sheepskin from his pocket and handed it