Faced with Lü Yang's searching question, Jiang Ping An did not answer directly.
Instead, he slowly raised his head and swept his gaze over the golden bounty notice.
"According to the rules on this notice, if I provide a reliable lead on Jiang Ping An, I should receive a reward, shouldn't I?"
Seeing a mere Third Level God King try to negotiate with him from the outset, Lü Yang drew his carefully groomed, slender brows together. Displeasure flashed in his eyes.
"We must first verify that your information is true. Only then can we give you a reward."
"This world has treacherous, scheming people beyond count. What if you're trying to swindle us out of a reward? Wouldn't the Golden Wing Mercenary Group become a laughingstock?"
Lü Yang put particular emphasis on "treacherous, scheming people." A cold light flickered in his triangular eyes, warning Jiang Ping An not to try any tricks.
Jiang Ping An nodded and spoke with an earnest expression.
"My lord is right. Your requirements are reasonable. It's only proper to be cautious."
He paused, then continued, "Words alone prove nothing. I can take you to find Jiang Ping An in person."
"But first, you must give me a Divine Weapon as a deposit. If we really find Jiang Ping An, you can pay me the rest of the reward. That way, everyone can rest easy. How does that sound?"
Seeing how certain and forthright Jiang Ping An looked, Lü Yang found much of his suspicion fading.
The man was only a mere Third Level God King. Before a colossus like the Golden Wing Mercenary Group, he was no more than an ant.
Surely no one would be stupid enough to come here and swindle the Golden Wing Mercenary Group. Wouldn't that be asking for death?
"Fine!