"Oh, this..."
Zhang Aga felt like a monk who was ten feet tall—he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
'I'm trapped here, cut off from all communication, with no contact with the outside world. How could a debt collector find me all the way out here? What's the deal with that antique clunker? The system actually force-sold my possessions? This is outrageous!'
Zhang Aga grumbled to himself, feeling rather frustrated.
Beside him, Shen Wuliang, the Lord of the Quantum Royal Court, scanned Zhang Aga, who was left in nothing but a pair of boxers. "Brother Zhang, what happened to you? Why are you suddenly naked? Did you get tired of playing cards and decide to spice things up?"
Han Ziyu, the Lord of the Ziyu Royal Court, let out a laugh. "It's clear Brother Zhang has been sanctioned by the system. I just don't know what you did to deserve it. To think you couldn't even keep your clothes."
