Ten trillion Origin Dao Crystals flared across Lin Mo’s wrist-terminal like a newly born star cluster.
The Central Clearinghouse verification beam bathed the entire diamond pier in warm, pulsing golden light. Every broker within five miles could read the nineteen-digit sovereign balance hovering in mid-air: 10,000,000,000,000 ODC.
Managing Director Ao Jin blinked once. Then he blinked twice.
He rubbed his vertical dragon-pupils with both knuckles to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating from spirit-wine.
Ten trillion liquid Origin Dao Crystals was more cash than Vault #1’s entire third-tier lending division moved in a decade!
In less than a tenth of a breath, the ferocious reptilian snarl vanished from Ao Jin’s face. It was replaced by a wide, trembling, customer-service smile so sycophantic that his golden facial scales nearly cramped.
Beside him, Audit-Lord Vaelen dropped straight to his knees.
The bruised envoy slid twenty feet across the polished diamond tiles like a bowling ball and wrapped both hands around the sole of Lin Mo’s left shoe.
