Elder Qian’s (Goodness: -52/100) cold voice echoed across the sealed mezzanine like dry bones scraping together.
Behind him, five hundred elite enforcers leveled their glowing black-iron chaos-pikes, their killing intent locking onto Lin Mo’s group.
Above their helmets, the dark crimson runes of the Nine-Plunder Blood-Severing Array began to swirl along the ceiling beams.
“Under Section Nine of the Commercial Emergency Protocols,” Elder Qian rasped, stroking his thin mustache with a cruel smirk. “The Myriad-Sovereign Pavilion reserves the right to freeze any transaction deemed detrimental to regional monetary stability. Hand over the register, girl. Your four hundred fifty million units are now property of the management.”
Xing’er (Goodness: 96/100) hugged her brass register tightly against her ribs, shrinking back behind Lin Mo’s shoulder.
“You... you can’t just steal my commission!” Xing’er cried, her voice trembling. “I followed every store regulation! The sales were authenticated by the central repository!”
“Store regulations belong to those who own the building,” Young Sovereign Jinye (Goodness: -60/100) spat, wiping blood from his knuckles. “You’re a penniless apprentice born in the lower-realm slums. Who gave you permission to hold four hundred fifty million units? Elder Qian, strip her of her badge and throw these mud-dwellers into the blood grinder!”
