Shen Qiaoqiao adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her dark eyes flashing with professional zeal.
“Ancestor Xue Qidan made a fatal legal mistake,” Shen Qiaoqiao said, holding up a floating stack of ancient parchment scrolls. “She wrote three hundred billion contracts using the Blood-Abacus code. But she included hidden interest clauses that exceed every statutory limit in the Galactic Fair Lending Covenant.”
“By how much?” Lin Mo asked, leaning back against the edge of the polished mahogany console.
“By about nine hundred million percent,” Shen Qiaoqiao replied with a sharp, predatory grin. “She compounded the interest by the millisecond. She charged interest on the atmospheric air the workers inhaled. She charged interest on the natural sunlight that touched their skin. She even collateralized the marrow of the debtors, the memories of their children, and the spiritual energy of their ancestral tombs.”
Lin Mo let out a dry whistle. “That is not a loan. That is an aggressive hostage negotiation disguised as banking.”
“Under cosmic commercial precedents, every single contract is void from the second it was signed,” Shen Qiaoqiao continued, tapping the glowing scrolls. “A contract with unconscionable consideration is null ab initio. But an ordinary court order will not stop the siphon. Vault #2 does not respect paper. They only respect brute force and sovereign authority. To break three hundred billion blood-deeds across five hundred distant galaxies simultaneously, we must elevate this lawsuit into cosmic reality.”
