Inside the eight hundred gassed Blood-Skull Star-Destroyers, the tough space pirates were going through a living nightmare.
These were vicious men who had spent their whole lives drifting through the freezing outer star belt. They weren’t afraid of laser beams. They weren’t afraid of flying swords. Half of them had three or four knife scars across their faces and laughed at the thought of death.
Put none of them had ever been locked inside an airtight iron warship filled to the ceiling with Rank 7 Ten-Thousand-Year Stinky-Tofu & Magma-Eel Chili Mist!
Inside Warship #108, a burly Rank 6 Peak pirate captain named Scarface Liu had tried putting on three layers of diving helmets and wrapping a wet towel around his head. It didn’t help at all. Because Boom-Pot Sun had fused the gas in a planetary pressure cooker using Nascent-Soul-grade alchemy laws, the smell seeped straight through iron helmets, cloth towels, and even defensive Qi barriers!
“Cough—cough—gag!” Scarface Liu lay flat on his belly under the navigation table, his eyes swollen to the size of walnuts and streaming with hot tears. “Kill me... somebody shoot me with a laser cannon! Why does it smell like a dragon ate ten tons of rotten beans and died in a hot chimney?!”
