Marcus's hands shook so violently he nearly dropped his tablet. He swiped the card.
PING. The holographic display turned a brilliant, blinding gold. [TRANSACTION APPROVED: 45,000,000 UNITS].
Jax and Maya stared at the screen as if it were a ghost. "That... that's impossible," Jax stammered, his hand going to the hilt of his Tier-3 combat knife. "This is a scam! He must have stolen that card!"
"Jax, do something!" Maya hissed, her face pale. The thought that the man she threw away could be this wealthy was a poison in her veins.
"Hey, kid!" Jax roared, stepping into Carson's personal space. "I don't care what kind of trick you're playing. In New Seattle, the Neon Fangs own the streets. Hand over that card and maybe I won't break your legs."
Carson finally looked at Jax. For a micro-second, he released 0.001% of his Saber-Qi.
The air in the showroom suddenly felt like it was made of jagged glass. The windows groaned under the pressure. Jax, a man who thought he was a predator, suddenly felt like a rabbit staring at a dragon. His knees buckled, and he hit the floor, his breath hitching in his throat.
"The Neon Fangs?" Carson asked softly. "I've already erased their 'Champion.' You're just the leftovers."