Billionaire God of War

At the moment, it appeared that Mr Lang had some ulterior motives of his own while Peter Pan didn't seem to like Mr Lang.
For the time being, he was going to count his enemy's enemy as his friend. But Jiang Ning wasn't going to trust Peter Pan that
easily until he had done a detailed background check on the latter. Peter Pan ended up taking temporary residence at the
Extreme Martial Arts Academy.
He wasn't bothered that Jiang Ning had arranged for numerous powerful fighters to take up residence in the vicinity or that the
man had surrounded the academy with hordes of men. Should he display any untoward behavior, these men would stop him with
their lives.
At least, that was what Peter Pan believed would happen.
This was a city that showed great unity and teamwork for the sake of protecting ordinary men and women.
Peter Pan might seem like a child who was playful and temperamental, but he wasn't an idiot.
In fact, he would get a few men to follow him around when he wanted to get out and have a walk around the city.
"Come along! That fellow's going to be worried if you don't keep an eye on me. Hurry up, there won't be anything left to eat if
we're late! Look at you! Kids run faster than you do. Did you not have breakfast or something?"
If he were the kid he had been comparing them to, then few men could catch up with him.
Peter Pan had his fill of fun and games. He didn't manage to become fast friends with the disciples or sect leaders in the
academy. Instead, he became great friends with their children and grandchildren.
He was the epitome of the storybook character, Peter Pan, a kid who had not grown up. Yet, no one dared to tease him for it.
This was the man who had called a sixty-year-old sect leader a kid. Who would dare to call him a child?
Meanwhile, Jiang Ning had instructed Butler Zhao to activate his information network and keep a lookout on the rest of the world.
Worried that something might slip past him, he got Fei to keep his eye on the war in Middle East as well.
Mr Lang's whereabouts were currently unknown. After being severely injured, he must require some time to heal and recuperate.
But Jiang Ning was convinced that the man wasn't going to stay in hiding quietly while waiting for his injuries to recover.
He must know that Peter Pan was out there, trying to kill him.

A sly fox like Mr Lang wasn't going to sit around and do nothing.
As Jiang Ning had expected, Mr Lang had no plans to stand by and watch. He had decided to return to the mountain and was
prepared to fight Peter Pan.
In fact, the others, including those other old geezers, must know that he had returned.
He would have returned sooner if he hadn't been worried about these old geezers.
But he had no choice now but to return to the mountain. He might have betrayed these men and made them pay a heavy price
for their trust in him and returning to the mountain might be akin tempting death, but he had to.
"One has awakened."
Mr Lang opened his eyes. The injuries he had sustained were recovering swiftly and at a pace that the ordinary man would find
incredulous.
He stretched his limbs. His injuries were sufficiently healed that he could now fight without any problems.
"There's a few more to go, but it's probably going to take some time for them to wake up. What a coincidence though. It's as if
the
gods themselves have willed it net
the man said with a laugh that was colored with scorn and derision. "Eortunately, the one who woke up lost his memories. He
probably doesn't remember who he is."
But Mr Lang knew that he definitely remembered who Mr Lang was and remembered that he had to kill him.
He got up. With his ordinary looking face, no one would sense his presence when he was walking amongst a crowd.
He put on another mask. The one that he had had been destroyed in the explosion. His current mask had pale skin and dark
blue eyes. He looked like a golden-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian.
Mr Lang stepped out of the forest and headed for the biggest city in North America. He found the biggest underground
organization.

The casino was filled with thick cigarette smoke that stung, then swiftly numbed
one's sense of smell.
"Who are you looking for?" Someone stepped forward and questioned Mr Lang as soon as he stepped into the casino. It was a
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organization. "Outsiders are
allowed here. Where are the guards? Are they all dead? Why didn't they stop him?"
Mr Lang reached out and seized the man by his neck. His voice was raspy when he spoke. "I'm looking for the man in charge."