“Hold still, fatso! Put your arms through the yellow sleeves before I add a resisting-arrest fee to your bill!”
Up in the branches of the giant purple mangrove tree, two of General Tie Zhan’s burly Dry-Well Railway Guards had already climbed up a rope ladder and pulled Deacon Wu out of his crashed wooden barge by his ankles.
Before the Rank 5 Venom-Spider Sect deacon could even reach for a poison needle hidden in his sleeve, a heavy iron Spirit-Sealing Collar snapped around his thick neck with a loud clank, turning his Foundation Establishment liquid Qi as sluggish as cold molasses. Right behind the guards came Abacus Su, hopping nimbly across the wet rope bridge while holding a bright yellow cotton vest with big black letters stitched across the chest: SWAMP DEBTOR #31-0001.
“Fifty million Grain-Notes?!” Deacon Wu shrieked as the guards stuffed his chubby arms into the yellow vest and handed him a long-handled bamboo toilet brush. “Do you know who I am?! I am an inner deacon of the Venom-Spider Sect! Our sect controls all five worlds of the Venom-Jungle Sector! Our grand backer is the Second Star-Lord, Phantom-Blade Ghost King! If you make me scrub treehouse planks, my Sect Master will release a hundred million venomous spiders to eat your bones!”
