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Billionaire God of War

Chapter 737
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There was absolute silence at the entrance. Search the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Everyone was stunned.

The sound of this slap was even louder than the one Zhou Fang gave the waiter. It was so loud that it echoed. "You're right, youngsters don't know how to behave, and we just need to teach them." Jiang Ning stood in front of the waiter and looked at Wu Fan. "I didn't expect us to think the sway on this topic." Zhou Fang clutched his face and turned to see who hit him earlier. His eyes immediately turned red. "Who the hell are you?! How dare you hit me!" He roared and dashed across. "I'm going to kill you!" PAK! Another slap was delivered, and it was a hard one.

It was hard enough to send Zhou Fang rolling on the floor. After rolling a few rounds on the floor, he ended up rolling down the entrance stairs as well.

Jiang Ning didn't even look at Zhou Fang once. He continued to stare at Wu Fan. "But there are speople who don't seem to learn even after one slap." It was deathly silent.

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Everyone's eyes were on Jiang Ning. Who on earth was this man? Was he tired of living? Didn't he know that the man he just hit was Zhou Fang of the Zhou family? Those two slaps did not just hit Zhou Fang's face. It was an insult to the entire Zhou family.

"Who are you?" Wu Fan couldn't be bothered with Zhou Fang and just glared directly at Jiang Ning. He had an authoritative look on his face as he tried to maintain his high and mighty aura. "Do you know who you just hit?" "Then does he know who he hit?" Jiang Ning didn't bother being polite at all.

Wu Fan frowned and looked at that waiter. Could it be that this waiter was someone special? Bullshit! Nobody special would be a waiter here.

He scoffed coldly and seemed to get it now.

This fellow was one of Song Xiaoyu's.

Since Wu Fan had allowed Zhou Fang to hit him, then it was an insult to Song Xiaoyu. They were letting everyone see that even though Song Xiaoyu had becthe head of the Song family, Song Xiaoyu was still that lowly and meek little boy in front of the Wu family and Zhou family.

But he didn't expect someone to be so unafraid to die and actually boldly stood up.

"I don't care who he is. You hit Zhou Fang and he's my friend. I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to resolve this matter." Wu Fan turned and the anger within him immediately rose.

The number of people watching had increased. Nobody expected someone to make trouble even before the dinner party had started. Song Xiaoyu wasn't even here yet.

And the ones who were making trouble were members of the Wu family and the Zhou family.

Even though they also felt that Zhou Fan had gone too far, they didn't dare to say anything because nobody wanted to offend these powerful families.

Wu Fan looked very aggressive, but Jiang Ning didn't seem bothered at all.

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"Oh what a coincidence. That person whom that useless thing hit is my friend too. I do agree that it's not going to be easy to resolve this matter." Jiang Ning met Wu Fan head on. The atmosphere in the air instantly bectense.

Wu Fan frowned.

He didn't expect one of Song Xiaoyu's to be so belligerent. This man didn't seem to want to give up the fight.

This Song Xiaoyu really thought he was something now! He had only new head of the Song becthe newh family: Did he really think that he was different from before? Did he really think that just because he was the head of the Song family now, Wu Fan had to pay him any attention or give in to him? "Then how do you intend to resolve this matter?" Wu Fan scoffed coldly.

He looked disdainfully at Jiang Ning and looked him up and down. Judging from the way he was m dressed he guessed that Jiang Ning must be either a driver or a bodyguard. Either way, he was a fellow asking to get killed! PAK! But before Wu Fan could do anything, an intense gust of wind ctowards his face.

Peter Grill CH/F-PSE X