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

Neatly lined up in front of the Daybreak Villa were rows of electric bikes, Yadea, Xiao Niu, all brands present.


Qing Chen had considered other modes of transportation, such as motorcycles.


But motorcycles require a driver's license, and Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen had obtained their C1 driver's licenses early through improper means via their families, but it was not like Qing Chen and the others were willing to go as far as to ask Hu Dacheng to do such a trivial favor.


If Qing Chen and Nan Gengchen were stopped by traffic police while riding motorcycles, it would be more than just a thirty-minute verbal lecture.


Luo Wanya was very efficient, completing the tasks that Qing Chen had assigned in the afternoon by evening.


And most crucially, this local serpent with thirty years of experience had fully grasped Qing Chen's intentions.


All the electric bikes he had purchased were second-hand, none brand new.


334, Qing's Family Time Traveler