Billionaire God of War

Huang Yuming's words earlier woke Jiang Ning up with a start.

It was true that he had make preparations as early as possible. If he waited until trouble really came knocking, then it would be too late to do anything.

It wasn't enough to have him alone. It wasn't enough at all. And even though he now had Peter Pan, a revived Peter Pan who was powerful and once stood at the pinnacle of power, the challenge they were facing was still very great. If the Underworld in his memory truly existed, they were going to meet with a lot of trouble.

On top of that, there was still Greedy Wolf!

But since the Heavenly Palace existed, then the Underworld definitely existed. Just thinking about it gave Jiang Ning a headache.

He went to the study room and was immersed in his own thoughts as he quietly thought through some areas. Nobody interrupted him because they all

knew that he needed time and peace.

When he noticed Jiang Ning like this, Peter Pan knew that something worried him, or perhaps he had run into some big trouble.

"Master, you're really amazing. Are you more amazing or is my Daddy more amazing?" Jiang Yao looked up with a look of admiration on her little face.

"Well...of course your Daddy is a little more amazing," said Peter Pan with a smile as he gently patted Jiang Yao's head. "I'm afraid there's nobody more amazing than him in this world."

"Yay! I knew it! I just knew Daddy was more amazing! Haha!" laughed Jiang Yao merrily.

Peter Pan purposely pulled a long face. "Oh, so you tricked Master into saying that! I'm going to get angry!"

you're amazing too!" Jiang Yao grinned and said teasingly, "You're my Master

minute. I'm amazing only because I'm

cry. He never thought someone as powerful as himself would one day need to

picked Jiang Yao up with one arm. "Come along, let's go look at all the uncles

have

even if the world had already gone through a massive

in

fact, for a variety of reasons, the number of people who remained in the

night fell, the streets would be entirely

was like a ghost town,

officials did, they simply couldn't get anybody to remain in the town. The number of youngsters kept decreasing, finding

they could to

Nobody wanted to

some old people had no choice but to stay put, or some didn't want to leave their

Late at night.

empty, and the fallen leaves blown

along these streets very slowly. Each step he took crunched on the

into the distance. The street was completely empty and it extended

was too dark to