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

Lao Jiu only felt as if his entire body was trapped in a sponge, unable to exert any force, and every move he made felt awkward. 


Within just ten seconds of contact, Lao Jiu had taken three punches and four kicks, tumbling back like a rag doll. 


Li Changqing made her move; she had to intercept the subsequent assassination attempt by those four people, otherwise, Lao Jiu's life would be lost. 


Lao Jiu felt guilty because his duty was to protect others, yet in the end, he needed someone else to protect him. 


Moreover, Li Changqing, in her effort to save him, had exposed herself outside the shadows of the building, under the sniper's line of sight! 


"Boss, watch out for the sniper!" Lao Jiu yelled. 


After yelling, he spat out another mouthful of fresh blood. 


The sniper bullet arrived on cue, but out of the six hidden snipers, with three shooting at the same time, all shots missed their target. 


322, Changjie, there is also a sniper like a God_4