Book 4: Chapter 6
I sat in the back of the command skiff with my hands bound by a pair of shackles that I had placed upon myself. It was frigging ridiculous, but I’d have to let things play out for now. Or at least until I figured out what the hell I could do next.
With my anger now reduced to a simmer of irritation, the Struggler was assessing the situation, and it wasn’t looking good. For all my bravado, no way in hell could I afford to spend another stint in prison. Fia was due in a month, and I had to get to the Hell Worlds and back long before then.
I glanced over the railing of the skiff to where Jei Su Long and his uncle were now taking their frustrations out on my platoon, chewing them out and letting them know that Jei Su Long was now solely in charge.
Shit…I thought. This couldn’t get much worse.
My irritation was starting to boil again. The twin shackles of both the empire’s imperial control and the fascist law of might imposed by cultivators themselves now stood in my path. I was a Sacred Soul Realm cultivator now. I had just killed something that would have taken thousands of normal men to slay. But here I was in shackles in obedience to the law.
But why, was the question.
I could perhaps kill everyone here.
All save for Governor Tai Su Long.
I had no idea how powerful he truly was, but I pegged him on the same level as Chief Yora or even the President. But even if I could beat him, there would be someone else to take his place.