For the task his master had assigned him, Tian Lang swallowed his anger and killing intent and handed the little brat before him three money cards.
Each card held one hundred million Holy Land Coins that could not be traced to an owner.
To Tian Lang, the sum was not much. But for a mighty Lord God like him to be extorted by a little brat was infuriating.
Jiang Ping An transferred the money from all three cards to his Identity Token and asked:
"How do you want me to help you deal with Jiang Ping An?"
Tian Lang took a deep breath, suppressed his resentment, and laid out his plan:
"Help me frame Jiang Ping An."
"I'll put a high-level divine artifact somewhere he can see it. Once greed gets the better of him and he steals it, I'll report him to the Law Enforcement Hall."
"I've already made arrangements with the Law Enforcement Hall. As long as we can get him convicted, we can drive Jiang Ping An out of the Holy Land!"
Driving a formal disciple out of a Holy Land was no easy matter. Getting rid of a menial worker, however, was simple.
Jiang Ping An nodded. "Not a bad plan. But what if he's an upright man and doesn't take the bait?"
Tian Lang gave a disdainful sneer. "Even the most upright man can't resist the lure of resources. Especially someone who's been pushed to the margins here at Galaxy Lake."
"If Jiang Ping An really can resist temptation and has no designs on the treasure, we'll use another plan."
"I'll pretend to give him the treasure, then report to the Law Enforcement Hall that he stole it. You'll serve as my witness, and we'll frame him outright."
Jiang Ping An asked hesitantly, "Won't they