War on Three Fronts

He really wanted to figure out how Wang Zheng and the rest were able to survive the attempts of the Earth Grade assassin.

It only costed an additional 50 million to kill three more. What a steal.

Basking under the sunlight, Lear's smile was especially bright. To him, the world seemed like a chessboard with pieces that he could fiddle around with to his whim and fancy. This was all due to his inheritance. His power had been hidden rather well by the old man, and even till now it remained concealed. However, as his power started to increase, he began to gradually expose more of it. Lear was not anxious at all, for he wanted to enjoy this process of becoming king. From start to end, everyone else was merely the supporting cast to his story. He was fated to become the king of a new generation - a generation started by his very own hands.