“Suck backward?!”
On the black-bone ledge at the base of the ten-mile Nail, Old Well Dragon Ao Ming nearly bit his own dragon tongue in shock.
“Young Master!” Ao Ming gasped, his golden dragon eyes wide as dinner plates as he lugged a two-ton cast-iron Rank 6 Reverse Deep-Well Water Pump over on his shoulder. “The other end of this ten-mile Nail’s spatial beam is hooked directly into Enforcer Xue Sha’s Private Blood-Moon Treasury in the Upper Realm! People have heard of Upper-Realm immortals sucking lower-realm planets dry for ten thousand years—nobody in the history of the universe has ever turned the straw around and sucked an Upper-Realm Immortal’s house dry from the bottom!”
“Why not?” Pei Xuan asked calmly, wiping a smudge of dust off the octagonal crystal hatch with his sleeve. “Didn’t Abacus Su just audit his account? Enforcer Xue Sha owes Dry-Well City 999 Quadrillion Spirit Stones in unpaid water, heat, and spirit-vein taxes. When a deadbeat tenant refuses to show up and pay his water bill, the city water company has every legal right to garnish his bank account through the pipe.”
“Garnish his bank account through the pipe!”
Abacus Su’s spectacles flashed like two miniature suns! With a reverent bow, the Demonic Tax Collector presented a heavy, octagonal brass valve stamped with the official seal of the Dry-Well Municipal Tax Bureau.
