Well, talk about a reversal of fortunes—this was it.
Yang Hong used to hold a higher status than Claus, but now, with everyone's memories restored, Claus had become the new king of Las Vegas... and he was unmatched.
After all, how could a newcomer, no matter how strong, compare to comrades and leaders with whom they had struggled together?
Of course, Victor was also considered a king of Las Vegas—in the realm of mutant beasts.
But currently, there weren't many mutant beasts in Las Vegas, for some unknown reason.
"Ah, forget it."
Hearing Wen Yu's words, Yang Hong worked his jaw, a gloomy expression on his face.
...
Chatting casually with Yang Hong, it didn't take long before the door was pushed open again. Victor, with a swaggering catwalk, scampered into Wen Yu's arms. Then, with a push of his leg, he jumped onto Wen Yu's shoulder, standing side by side with the small Soul Beast.
