Commander Long Zhan gripped his tactical receiver, his jaw tightening as the transmission from the western border crackled through static.
“Maintain orbital reconnaissance,” Long Zhan barked into the radio. “Do not engage any suspicious aircraft without my direct authorization.”
Long Zhan lowered his radio and turned his gaze back to Grandmaster Dan Chen, who lay slumped in the purple marsh mud.
Dan Chen was shivering violently, coughing up foul bubbles of contaminated ditch water.
Commander Long snapped two heavy black bands around Dan Chen’s wrists.
The magnetic locks clicked shut with a harsh hum, and instantly, seven layers of glowing anti-spiritual runes flared to life.
Dan Chen’s core meridians were completely sealed, cutting off his connection to the ambient spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
“Dan Chen,” Long Zhan announced, hauling the disgraced grandmaster upright by his ragged silk collar. “For the crimes of industrial counterfeiting, mass poisoning, and attempted biological terrorism against certified agricultural assets, you are sentenced to two hundred years of hard labor.”
