“Unhand me! I am the Crown Prince of the Titan-Bone Martial Dynasty!”
As General Tie Zhan and Vanguard General Gu Shan grabbed Crown Prince Gu Ba by his giant bronze ankles and dragged him off the wrestling ring toward the marble archway of the 10,000x Gravity Public Hot-Spring & Gym, the forty-two-foot prince kicked his legs and roared at the top of his lungs:
“Even if I lost the wrestling match to Lord Pei’s divine palm, a royal descendant of the Titan-Bone Bloodline never bows to torture! You can whip my back with star-iron chains! You can pour boiling lead over my shoulders! I, Gu Ba, will not let out a single groan!”
General Gu Shan, who was holding the Crown Prince’s left ankle while wearing his bright yellow XXXXL Debtor vest, rolled his platter-sized eyes.
“Your Highness, save your breath,” Gu Shan sighed, heaving the prince’s heavy legs through the double doors of the Giant & High-Rank Wing. “Nobody is going to whip you with chains! When Senior Iron-Head and I dragged Centurion Ba Tu in here three days ago, he also swore he wouldn’t make a sound—and five minutes later he was crying louder than a newborn calf because the water felt too good!”
