The sonic boom shook the heavy snow from every ancient pine across the Kunlun peaks.
Varkos’s six-foot plasma talons tore through the air, screaming with superheated purple energy. The sheer gravitational pressure of his Rank 8 Blood-Tide Domain cracked the stone paving stones beneath Shen Qiaoqiao’s leather shoes.
Shen Qiaoqiao did not flinch. She did not even blink. She merely raised her ivory gavel, keeping her posture perfectly straight and dignified.
In her eyes, a debtor who resorted to physical violence during a contractual settlement had already conceded legal defeat.
Before the searing claws could touch a single stray strand of her hair, Lin Mo stepped forward.
“A Rank 8 Early debt-collector dares raise his hand against my legal counsel on my own planet?” Lin Mo asked. His tone was as cool and measured as an auditor reviewing a fraudulent expense report.
In Lin Mo’s previous corporate life, assaulting legal staff during an active settlement conference was a catastrophic blunder. It instantly triggered treble punitive damages. It voided all remaining arbitration clauses. It justified immediate physical restraint by company security personnel.
Lin Mo raised his right hand, tapping the golden screen of the Taichu black-gold card.
