The dark usury beam connecting the three clan patriarch seals pulsed like a malignant heart.
High upon the shattered balustrade of VIP Box One, the three young lords huddled together in feverish desperation.
Young Sovereign Jinye wiped cold sweat from his forehead, his hands trembling as he pressed his gold seal against Xue Sha’s dragon-bone seal and Mo Yun’s iron seal.
“Are you certain our patriarchs’ overdraft lines will hold forty billion?” Jinye whispered, his voice cracking with anxiety. “If the bank’s automated risk algorithms freeze our accounts, my father will flay me alive.”
“Shut your mouth and press the seal, Jinye!” Xue Sha snarled, his crimson hair wild and disheveled. “No lower-realm mortal could possibly hold more than twenty billion in liquid cash! He spent thirty billion earlier on robes, watches, and dirt-spheres! His reserves must be completely exhausted! If we bid forty billion, we force him to fold and preserve our clans’ honor!”
Mo Yun nodded with venomous conviction.
“Brother Xue Sha is right. The Heavenly Plunder Bank’s clearinghouse prioritizes noble clans above all outer-realm entities. With our triple-leveraged margin overdraft, forty billion is an unbreakable ceiling. We crush him right here.”
Jinye drew a ragged breath, threw his head back, and laughed maniacally.
