“Express delivery confirmed,” Lin Mo whispered. “Zero shipping fees. Arriving in zero seconds.”
Down in the subterranean furnace chamber beneath Wall Number One, Warden Du-Xie stood on the iron catwalk, clutching the red poison injection valve with both clawed hands.
The green-skinned toad-demon threw his head back, letting out a series of wet, mocking croaks that rattled the metal grating.
“Lin Mo, you ignorant lower-realm buffoon!” Du-Xie roared up through the smoking ceiling fissure. “You think you can save him with words?! Ten layers of primordial poison-matrix barriers seal this chamber! If you try to blast your way down here with cannons, the kinetic shockwave will liquefy Shen-Nong’s skull before you scratch my first gate! He is our battery, and he dies when I say so!”
On the observation balcony of the Sovereign Aurora, Lin Mo didn’t even blink.
“Who said anything about blasting through?” Lin Mo asked, his voice calm and deadpan. “My system’s express delivery ignores all physical walls when delivering paid gifts to a customer with a hundred-point Goodness rating.”
Lin Mo pulled the Taichu Supreme Black-Gold Card from his coat pocket.
He tapped his bronze terminal with a sharp click.
