The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

At five in the afternoon, a white Toyota Alphard business van arrived at the Vienna Hotel in Xian City.


It wasn't Zhou Xuanying's father who arrived, but a mysterious driver.


The students didn't know much about cars, but Tian Hailong had some understanding of them.


He knew that the Toyota Alphard was now the standard for many wealthy people, once touted as the most expensive van one could see on the market, a "first-class cabin on land"...


In earlier years, you had to pay an extra six or seven hundred thousand to get one.


Tian Hailong looked at Zhou Xuanying in surprise; he wasn't the other's teacher or class advisor, only having contact with him on this trip to Xian City, but he hadn't expected this student to come from such a wealthy family.


However, that wasn't important; how wealthy a student's family was had nothing to do with him.


298, Absolute Gun Feel