Inside Lower Transmitter Shaft #1 of the Orbital Battle-Moon, ten-year-old Su Nuannuan didn’t care how loudly Chief Elder Sha was screaming through the intercom speaker.
Holding her pink watering-can wand in her right hand while Big Bumpy and Little Bumpy tilted the five-hundred-gallon crystal vat over the golden Care-Package Alchemical Funnel, Nuannuan poured the shimmering golden river of [Solar-Honey, Peppermint & Collar-Melting Acupuncture Dew]
straight into the severed intake of the 500-Planet Orbital Broadcast Dish!
GLUG-GLUG-GLUG—HUMMMMMMMMMM!!
Instantly, the ten-mile-wide orbital transmitter dish on the underside of the Battle-Moon. This Chief Elder Sha had designed to broadcast a lethal cranial curse across Sector 7—turned from coagulated blood-red to a dazzling, warm, soothing Golden-Emerald Sunrise Glow!
“Wait—if that ten-year-old brat melts all five hundred billion Soul-Whip Collars, I’ll lose every single hostage in Sector 7!!”
Up inside the armored command bunker two floors above, Chief Elder Sha lost all composure!
Realizing that his orbital detonator was disconnected and that Ye Xiao, Su Nuannuan. Grandpa Yao were right below him inside the moon’s shaft, the ruthless Rank 8 Late Peak Division Chief made a vicious, desperate decision:
