Angel glanced at those threatened transcendents, most of them were Level 1 or Level 2 apprentices, and many were quite old. If they truly had something valuable on them, their strength wouldn't be so weak.
Indeed, even though the fat guard kept swinging the wolf fang club, even beating some people to the point of bleeding, he only obtained some scattered items at best.
The value probably didn't even amount to one magic crystal.
However, the fat guard didn't care; the prisoners here were replaced batch by batch. After several rounds, even small trinkets could accumulate into something significant.
After extorting some unimportant items, the fat guard hummed a dissonant tune, preparing to continue down the next corridor for more "surveillance."
Angel followed behind him.
Not intentionally, just that there was only one path ahead.
The fat guard took out a key to open the door to a new corridor. Once inside, his expression changed to one mixed with hatred and resentment.
