Inside the cage, Tuanzi and Little Lion also spotted Jiang Ping An entering the casino.
Both pairs of eyes lit up. They sprang up from where they had been lying and pressed their front paws against the energy bars.
"Brother Long!"
Although few people knew Jiang Ping An was their master, they did not dare call him "Master" in public.
If anyone realized Jiang Ping An might still be alive, the death he had gone to such lengths to fake could be exposed.
And with that would come endless trouble.
To the outside world, Jiang Ping An and the two of them were simply "friends" on good terms.
A Second Level God King sat beside the cage, leisurely sipping tea.
Perhaps to lend the casino an air of menace, this God King had altered his appearance. Crisscrossing scars covered his face, his eyes were vicious, and his frame was exceptionally broad and muscular. He radiated Killing Intent that warned everyone to keep their distance.
The God King noticed Tuanzi and Little Lion stir. Following their eager gazes, he fixed his eyes on Jiang Ping An.
Huang Zheng Chang casually handed his teacup to the attendant beside him, then slowly rose.
He was a towering man. When he stepped in front of Jiang Ping An, he loomed like a wall, nearly half a body taller than him, his presence oppressive.
"So you're the brother who came to redeem these two little things?" he asked, looking down at Jiang Ping An.
"Yes."
Jiang Ping An tilted his head up slightly and met his gaze calmly.
He took out a Storage Ring he had prepared and held it out. "Ten thousand Spirit King Pills. Count them."
For most low-level God Kings, ten thousand Spirit King Pills was a considerable fortune.
But to Jiang