Wind Eye Market, Trading Hall.
The azure Light Shield overhead was flickering erratically.
FZZT... FZZT.
Like a faulty old lightbulb, it was a sign that the Energy was about to run out.
The sounds of impacts from outside merged into a continuous roar. Each boom felt like a heavy hammer slamming directly into the chests of the several hundred people present.
In the center of the hall, a crowd had formed a tight circle.
Inside the circle, Zhao Hai was pinned to the floor.
Lei Qianjun's large hand, covered in a metal exoskeleton, was clamped firmly around his neck, causing his face to turn a deep, congested purple.
Even so, Zhao Hai was still laughing.
He laughed maniacally, spittle flying from his lips:
"Go on! Kill me!"
"If you kill me, you're all coming down with me!"
"Still talking tough when you're about to die?"
Su Yue stood to the side, her fingers flying across a holographic screen as lines of glaring, crimson code were projected into the air.
