The heavy hydraulic blast doors at the base of the Supreme Bullion Tower hissed open with a metallic roar.
One thousand armored Supreme Bullion Tower Enforcers marched into the gleaming white-diamond lobby in synchronized formation.
Their heavy star-iron boots clanked against the marble tiles, and their long plasma halberds hummed with battle qi. At the very front of the column strode Captain Tie Kuang (Goodness: 86/100), a scarred Half-Step Dao-Lord veteran wearing battered titanium shoulder plates stamped with the Bullion Tower crest.
By the elevator bank, Managing Director Ao Jin (Goodness: -78/100)—his broken dragon claws slung in plaster casts across his chest—pointed his bandaged chin toward Grandma Chen’s steaming wonton cart.
“Captain Tie Kuang!” Ao Jin screeched through his wooden dentures, his eyes bloodshot with triumph. “Look at this outrage! This outer-spiral brat bought out our dining hall lease and brought five hundred dirty dock janitors inside! Smash that old woman’s wonton pot into scrap iron and arrest every last one of them!”
Audit-Lord Vaelen (Goodness: -85/100), who had finally crawled out from under the lounge tablecloth, scurried behind the wall of armored guards and puffed out his chest.
“That’s right, Captain!” Vaelen barked. “Restaurant leases don’t cover building security! Managing Director Ao represents Vault #1’s controlling board of the entire 999-story Supreme Bullion Tower! Seize their soup cart and confiscate their crystal accounts for trespassing!”
