“BOW TO THE SUPREME DRAGON KING—OR DIE!”
At twenty-eight-year-old Chosen One Long Aotian’s furious roar, all one hundred thousand black-suited Dragon-Hall Mercenaries lined up along the three-mile dam highway. Moreover, Hovering inside two hundred armored transport helicopters threw away their lint-rollers. They adjusted their matching black sunglasses and drew a hundred thousand gleaming titanium combat machetes in unison!
At the front of the mercenary host strode Long Aotian’s top enforcer. A seven-foot-tall, crew-cut martial artist in a sleeveless black suit named Captain Blade, who had nine scars painted onto his cheeks with waterproof marker to look extra intimidating.
“Form the Dragon-Fang Assault Phalanx!” Captain Blade bellowed, pointing his titanium machete down the wide paved highway of the newly reinforced dam toward the entrance of the Shaved-Ice Water Park. There, The five hundred elementary school children were happily eating strawberry snow-cones.
“Anyone who dares laugh at the Supreme Dragon King’s wet shoes shall have their washbasins chopped into ten thousand pieces! CHARGE!”
STOMP-STOMP-STOMP-STOMP!
One hundred thousand pairs of polished black leather dress-shoes thundered down the three-mile dam highway in a massive, black-suited tidal wave. They looked like a hundred thousand angry real-estate agents rushing a clearance sale!
Even while sprinting at full speed toward a children’s water park with raised machetes, the brainwashed mercenaries kept chanting Long Aotian’s mandatory corporate slogans at the top of their lungs:
