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

Jindai Tongwu only needed these sharpshooters to buy him ten seconds!


By then, the A-Class experts hidden among the crowd could strike with all their might, undistracted.


Jindai Tongwu didn't want to wait any longer.


This time, many sharpshooters would die.


Jindai Tongwu said calmly over the communications channel, "The clan will remember your contributions, and your names will also be added to the stele at the Shrine, shatter like jade."


"Shatter like jade" was the last mobilization call of the Jindai family before launching a suicidal attack.


From that second, all sharpshooters were prepared to die.


At that moment, Qing Chen was lying calmly on the open terrace on the 121st floor of the Jinmao Tower, his eyes having left the scope, searching the vast horizon for the remaining Jindai family sharpshooters.


The next second, on the 130th floor of Spring Bud Building in the distance, a flash of fire burst forth.


That was an unsuppressed sniper rifle firing.


323, Grand Graduation Ceremony_3