Outside the gleaming crystal entrance of Taichu Galactic Sanctuary Bank, Vice-President Jin Bao (Goodness: -82/100) watched Star-Weaver Mu Lan’s clearinghouse override flash across the plaza boards. He ground his teeth until his gums bled.
“So Lin Mo bailed that nearsighted bookworm out of Warden Gou’s cell?” Jin Bao hissed into his collar microphone. He adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles with a trembling hand. “Fine! If we can’t block his outgoing wires, we’ll drain his charity fund dry with toxic fraud!”
Jin Bao snapped his fingers toward the dark back alley beside Vault #1.
“Blood-Claw! Bring your fifty ‘saints’ to the front of the line right now!”
Out of the side street marched fifty hulking, scar-faced Demonic Patriarchs led by Patriarch Blood-Claw (Goodness: -68/100). He was a notorious outer-sector butcher who had slaughtered twelve mortal caravan towns for spirit-ore.
Today, however, Blood-Claw and his forty-nine cutthroat lieutenants had traded their bone-spiked armor for freshly ironed white linen robes. Hovering two inches above each of their heads was a blindingly bright, painted-on “Golden Saint Halo”. They had bought the halos from Vault #1’s black-market illusionists for three billion crystals apiece.
Even more absurdly, every single demonic patriarch was cradling a thick-necked, heavily bearded dwarf-mercenary swaddled tightly in a pink lace baby bonnet and clutching a wooden rattle!
