Clack-clack-clack-clack!
Abacus Su stood on the sparkling, newly washed silver deck of Elder Hei Tun’s flagship, his fingers flying across his golden abacus faster than a machine gun.
Behind him, fifty municipal bailiffs from General Tie Zhan’s army marched down the gangplank carrying iron crates full of stiff bamboo bristle brushes, bars of yellow laundry soap, and stacks of bright yellow Sanitation Worker & Debtor Vests.
Elder Hei Tun—still sitting on the deck with a two-foot-tall cone of white pomelo-scented soap foam perched on his head—blinked his clean eyes and tried to put on his fiercest Rank 9 Mid villain face.
“Hmph! You defeated my vanguard fleet with your strange Immortal Soap-Water Array,” Elder Hei Tun rasped, folding his arms defensively across his soaking-wet robes. “If you want to kill me or extract my Nascent Galaxy Core, do it quickly! An Elder of the Abyssal Devourer Sect never begs for mercy!”
“Kill you? Extract your core?” Abacus Su looked over the top of his brass spectacles as if Elder Hei Tun had lost his mind. “Do you have any idea how much paperwork a public execution takes in Dry-Well Cluster? Besides, if we killed you, who would pay this bill?”
