High in orbit above Thunder-Peak Planet, three sleek, dagger-shaped Shadow-Bat Stealth Corvettes of the Blood-Skull Star Pirate Fleet glided silently through the vacuum.
Inside the darkened bridge of the lead corvette, Scout Commander “Ghost-Eye” Biao—a sneaky Rank 7 Early cultivator wearing an eyepatch made of black jade—peered through his periscope array toward the six-world star system.
“Commander Biao,” his first mate whispered, pointing at the empty star-chart where Vanguard Captain Mad-Dog Kui’s fifty warships had vanished two weeks ago. “Captain Mad-Dog Kui took fifty warships and fifty thousand elite brothers into this sector to rob that fat-sheep planet called Canglan. Not a single ship has reported back, and their emergency soul-lamps are all still burning green—which means none of them are dead!”
“Of course they aren’t dead,” Ghost-Eye Biao sneered, rubbing his chin. “Knowing that greedy glutton Mad-Dog Kui, he probably conquered these six planets already and is hiding the loot in a secret vault so he doesn’t have to pay Pirate Queen Hong Ye her seventy percent cut! Why else would he turn off his fleet radio?”
“Wait, Commander—look at Thunder-Peak Planet right below us!” the radar officer gasped, pointing at the forward viewport.
Ghost-Eye Biao pressed his good eye against the periscope—and nearly swallowed his own tongue.
