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

The people who came to observe the situation were also rather unlucky. They had been cautious enough, not even daring to slow down as they passed by, but they hadn't expected to encounter an observer with such a terrifying memory.


After Jiang Xue followed them, Hu Xiaoniu and the others also drove off in the two Mercedes-Maybach S-Class sedans gifted by Luo Wanya.


The boss, from time to time in the headset, reminded, "Qiu Xue, overtake and turn left, Xiao Niu keep following, remember the principle of cross-tracking, do not stay in the opponent's field of view for more than five minutes."


At this time, Qing Chen was riding an electric share-bike, with Nan Gengchen easily weaving through the slow lane.


Eight o'clock was the evening rush hour in Los Angeles City, and all the vehicles were moving slower than the electric bike.


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