Five hundred heavy torpedo tubes hissed open across the thirty poacher cruisers.
Young Master Huan leaned over his bridge railing, laughing like a madman into his floating live-stream crystal. The violet silk of his sleeves fluttered as he pointed a jeweled finger at the Sovereign Aurora.
“Viewers, watch this grand fireworks display!” Huan roared, his voice broadcast across twelve core systems. “Watch me skewer this meddling idiot and scoop out the baby whale’s brain alive for my fifty-billion-coin longevity hotpot! Fire! Fire all soul-rending harpoons and anti-matter warheads!”
WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH!
Five hundred anti-matter torpedoes leaped from the launch racks, trailing dark purple exhaust plumes that tore through the green nebula dust. At the same time, thirty kinetic harpoon batteries fired, filling the vacuum with a storm of barbed steel spears aimed straight at Little Guo’er and the bleeding silver calf.
Lin Mo stood on the observation balcony of the Sovereign Aurora, his hands resting lightly in his pockets.
He didn’t order the point-defense turrets to fire. He didn’t order the dreadnought to evade.
To Lin Mo, spending money on good people was the only real business in the cosmos. Firing antique plasma guns was noisy and yielded zero percent return. A high-tier sword array, on the other hand, paid out at exactly one hundred to one.
