The two enjoyed another cup of warm tea, chatting and laughing. As the sky outside gradually darkened, it was almost time to leave. The General Sect Leader changed into a suit and was ready to depart for Las Vegas.
Allen Zhang called over Old Jack and Bailey, instructing them to pilot the Cirrus Fathead Shark back to Los Angeles. He was also contemplating what kind of gift to present to the princess.
Given his identity and line of work, there was no need to gift collectible coins like Madison or anything of the sort. It was the thought that counted.
So he casually picked a gift from the collection on the island—a gold-plated Desert Eagle from Priyan's arsenal.
It wasn't very valuable, but it certainly looked impressive.
After all, it was a gift for the camel-loving folks; they like big-caliber stuff. It was apt for showcasing the nature of his business and conveying his sentiments.
