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

Los Angeles Lijing Gate, within the residence of Kunlun Headquarter.


A group of Kunlun members were sitting around Xiao Ying, when Lu Yuan, his eyes bright and piercing, asked, "Were you on the scene when Li Changqing was attacked?"


"Yes," Xiao Ying nodded, "That night Li Changqing had first gone to stay overnight at Qing Chen's place..."


"Hold on a second!" Lu Yuan was stunned. They had called Xiao Ying back from his field duty precisely to understand the whole incident, but they hadn't expected such a fantastical beginning to the story.


Lu Yuan said, "We want to know about the combat intelligence from that night, not this kind of improper stuff!"


Another Kunlun member whispered from the side, "Lu Yuan... we'd rather hear about this first."


329, Daytime Joint Operation