The words echoed through Lin Mo’s mind like thunder from five years ago.
Forty-eight yuan.
On the observation deck of the Sovereign Aurora, the wind completely stopped.
Grandma Chen dropped her wooden ladle onto the deck with a soft clatter. Her wrinkled hands flew to her mouth as tears spilled down her cheeks.
Beside her, Little Guo’er reached out with both hands, her small fingers trembling as she pointed at the chained elder in the furnace.
“Brother Lin...” Little Guo’er whispered, her voice choking with emotion. “I remember him. When I had a bad fever in the hospital, I dreamed of a kind grandpa sitting beside my bed, blowing on a warm bowl of soup. He told me an older brother with a warm heart was coming to save us.”
Standing at the black-gold gates of Wall Number Nine, Deputy Chairman Lord Tan-Lang sneered down with absolute disdain.
His armor of compressed black gold rattled as he crossed his massive arms. Behind him, ten million dark debt-chains thrummed with the stolen life-force of nine galaxies.
