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!"

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

a minute. I'm amazing only because

laugh or cry. He never thought someone as powerful as himself would one day need to rely on someone else for

one arm. "Come along, let's go look at all the

have

world had already gone through a massive change, an

Fengdu, in

far from the city center. In fact, for a variety of reasons, the number of people who remained in the town

fell, the streets would be

like a ghost

matter what the government officials did, they simply couldn't get anybody to remain in the town. The number of

they could to get

wanted

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

Late at night.

streets were empty, and the fallen leaves blown about by the

along these streets very slowly. Each step he took

distance. The street was completely empty and it extended into

where it was too dark to