Honk-hooooonk!
The brass air-horn of Double-Decker Spirit-Bus #001 echoed across the steaming five-mile plaza at Frozen Dragon River.
Normally, when a pair of ten-ton Iron-Rhinos pulling an armored double-decker bus blew their horn, everyone on the highway hurried over to the sidewalk. Today, however, the two Iron-Rhinos pulling Pei Xuan’s command bus came to a dead stop and blinked their little eyes in shock.
Stretched right across all six lanes of the black-stone highway was the thirty-two-foot-long body of Frost-Giant King Gu Shan!
His face alone was as tall as the first floor of the bus, and every time he snored out a breath through his nose, two gusts of white wind blew the bus’s windshield wipers sideways. Behind him, five hundred thousand thirty-foot Frost-Giants were still lying flat on their bellies like a mountain range of blue-skinned logs, hugging the warm 75-degree road slabs and refusing to budge an inch.
“Look at this traffic hazard!”
Abacus Su hopped down from the bus step, his gold-rimmed spectacles flashing dangerously as he pulled out a thick pad of yellow Dry-Well Traffic & Municipal Citations.
“Five hundred thousand pedestrians lying horizontally across a six-lane imperial expressway!” Abacus Su clicked his golden abacus at lightning speed: clack-clack-clack-clack! “Plus three million unlicensed Ice-Mammoths parked in the No-Stopping Zone without tail-lights! My Lord, at a standard fine of ten Spirit Stones per blocked lane-foot, the Frost-Giant Clan already owes the Municipal Transit Department forty-eight million Spirit Stones!”
