A massive scroll of bright red legal silk materialized in Shen Qiaoqiao’s hands.
The document glowed with incandescent golden script, crackling with the undeniable authority of the Heavenly Dao Commercial Tribunal.
Beside her on the balcony, Marcus Reed adjusted his glasses, applying the final verification stamp with his stylus.
“Every clause is airtight, Chief Executive Shen,” Marcus said with a sharp, professional grin. “We have invoked Article Seven of the Inter-Realm Commercial Code, Subsection Four of the Sovereign Bankruptcy Statute, and the Emergency Asset Seizure Protocol. Under inter-realm law, delinquent debtors have zero standing to appeal once default exceeds three centuries.”
Su Wan stepped forward, smoothing the edges of Shen Qiaoqiao’s black tailored blazer. “Go show them how modern corporate governance handles arrogant imperial bullies, Qiaoqiao.”
Xiao Bai bounced on her heels, waving a small banner that read Taichu Repossession Division. “Don’t forget to charge them the standard late fee, Sister Qiaoqiao! And the towing surcharge!”
At the very top of the scroll, stamped in iridescent dragon-cinnabar ink, was a title written in bold celestial characters:
[TAICHU BENEVOLENCE ENTERPRISE GROUP]
