Black flames of Primordial Chaos danced on the edge of the Master Plunder Ledger.
First Director Mo-Suan’s hand shook as he held the burning parchment. The stench of charred cosmic contracts and burning dragon-skin paper drifted across the terrace.
“Burn!” Mo-Suan shrieked, backing toward the massive obsidian vault doors with frantic, stumbling steps. “Turn to ash! Without the original records, there is no debt! No court in the thirty-three heavens can enforce what does not exist!”
Before the black fire could touch the first line of text, a golden abacus bead shot through the air with a supersonic whistle!
PING!
The golden bead struck Mo-Suan’s wrist with surgical precision, snapping his fingers back. The Master Ledger flew into the air, spinning end over end.
Su Wan caught the ledger gracefully in her left hand. She blew out the tiny spark on the corner with a casual puff of air, then tucked the ancient book securely beneath her arm.
“Destroying evidence during an active court proceeding?” Su Wan said, adjusting her glasses with a calm, predatory smirk. “Under section four of the Primordial Commercial Code, intentional spoliation of evidence carries an automatic three-hundred-percent surcharge on all existing liabilities.”
