Can We Talk About the Parking Fee Now?

The void lay deathly still.

The enormous silver projection loomed like an inverted divine mountain, blotting out half the galaxy's light.

Ling's mirror-smooth face showed not the slightest reaction to Yang Yu drawing his sword.

Countless streams of blue data surged around her. With every flicker, they calculated the moment of Yang Yu's death.

"Refusal to fulfill tax obligations."

Ling's voice was utterly flat, yet the temperature across the entire region plunged to Absolute Zero.

"Judgment: malicious resistance to law enforcement."

"Enforcement measure: liquidation by force."

As the electronic voice faded, her once-translucent projection began to solidify before their eyes.

In an instant, the illusory data streams became some kind of ultra-dense silver matter from which even light could not escape.

The crushing pressure made it feel as though a giant hand had seized the entire void.

"Liquidation?"

Yang Yu glanced at the professionals from Blue Star, almost all of whom had escaped.

Then he looked back at the High God taking physical form. Far from afraid, he slung the Sword of Judgment over his shoulder.

With his free hand, he rummaged around inside his clothes.

As billions across Blue Star watched with bated breath,

he pulled out a crumpled booklet with a red stamp on its cover.

"Blue Star Residential Community Property Management Regulations (Trial)."

"You want to settle accounts? Fine. Let's settle them properly."

Yang Yu opened the booklet with great ceremony, moistened a finger with saliva, flipped through several pages, then pointed to a line and read with a straight face:

"Under Chapter Three, Article Five of these regulations,

outside vehicles... No, outside fleets that park outside the community without permission from the residents' committee shall be charged an obstruction fee of three thousand Star Coins per ton per second."

Yang Yu raised his head and surveyed