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

What he referred to as "Ghost" was encountering an "accident."


The B-Class Expert inspected carefully, "There is no smell of blood, not at all, something is strange."


Normally, if someone had been killed here and bled, no matter how the culprits cleaned within two days, unless they used disinfectant to wash the entire room, there would definitely be a lingering smell of blood.


But there was no smell of disinfectant in the room, nor was there any smell of blood.


"Could it be that our people didn't die here?" one of the assassins analyzed with a frown, "Or maybe, they were worried about being discovered and killed by the Li Family if they continued the mission with us, so they all chose to flee secretly?"


"We can't be certain yet," the B-Class Expert said calmly, "First, let's look for the entrance to the passage. We can only know the answer after we find it."


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