“Boss Lin, if I cut their unbreakable command citadel in half today, does my employee bonus cover two large cups of taro boba milk tea with extra brown sugar pearls?”
Chu Lingxiao’s deadpan question cut through the roaring alarms on the bridge.
The twenty-five-year-old sword fairy stood in her simple cyan linen robe, her head tilted slightly to the side. She held an empty clear plastic cup in both hands, her wide straw making a loud, wet slurping noise as she chased the last two tapioca pearls stuck in the bottom corner.
Across the dark gulf, the six-million-mile Command Citadel of the Nine Plunder-Heaven Walls glowed with thirty-six layers of ancient Primordial Blood-Lock Formations. Cosmic rifts crackled along its adamantine towers, and Wall-Commander Mo-Li was howling threats through every speaker in the sector.
Lin Mo looked at Chu Lingxiao, and a hearty, unrestrained laugh burst from his chest.
“Two cups?” Lin Mo grinned, shaking his head. “Chu Lingxiao, if you cut their citadel in half today, you are never drinking out of plastic cups again. I’m buying you a self-refilling cosmic boba gourd that never runs out of brown sugar pearls.”
A faint, pleased sparkle lit up Chu Lingxiao’s calm eyes.
