THUD! THUD! THUD!
The heavy iron doors of Cargo Car #5 slid open with a loud hiss, and General Tie Zhan and Old Wei marched out onto the gleaming diamond bricks of Galactic Core Central Station.
Behind them marched three hundred thirty-foot Neutron-Star Titan Soldiers, each carrying two massive iron crates stacked high with neon-yellow fabric vests and heavy black-iron ankle rings.
On the platform ahead of them, all one hundred and eight Sect Masters and Martial Dynasty Emperors had been carried in from across the sector via wormhole stretchers and laid out in twelve neat rows, right next to their ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ninety-two unconscious elders.
“Move it, boys! Measure their ankles and check their waist sizes!” General Tie Zhan barked around a mouthful of steamed pork bun, pointing with a drumstick at the row of groaning Patriarchs. “The fat ones get Triple-XL vests, the skinny ones get Large! And make sure the ankle monitors are snapped onto the left leg so they don’t trip while pushing wheelbarrows!”
“Yes, General!”
Pei Xuan walked down the steps of Engine #1, glanced at the crates of gear, and opened his Fusion Cube to give the standard debtor equipment a special upgrade tailored for Half-Step Rank 9 old monsters.
