Inside the bridge of the pirate flagship Blood-Cleaver, Captain Mad-Dog Kui was leaning forward over the command railing with a huge grin on his scarred face, waiting to see his men toss bags of Spirit Stones and pretty bathhouse girls out of the train windows.
Instead, on the giant crystal viewing screen, he saw six hundred of his toughest Blood-Skull veterans—including his three Rank 6 lieutenants—piled up in the center aisle of Car #3 with their trousers around their ankles and star-shaped holes punched through their helmets!
Worse still, an old grandma in a floral bathrobe was leaning out the open window of Car #3, shaking a half-peeled tea egg at his flagship and yelling over the comms channel: “Hey! Whose unruly children are these? Come pick them up and bring them some belts! My grandson is trying to take his afternoon nap!”
Mad-Dog Kui’s jaw dropped so low it nearly hit his furry collar.
“W-what just happened?!” Second Mate One-Ear Wang stammered, rubbing his eyes hard. “Scar-Face Liu is a Rank 6 Peak blade master! Even a Nascent Soul ancestor takes three moves to break his guard! How did that skinny guy in the blue postman hat strip six hundred men in one breath?!”
