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

He had guessed that the opponent would use bombs as a method of attack, so he had Liu Dezhu try a new combat method in advance...embracing the bomb to protect his comrades.


From within the flames, Liu Dezhu rose to his feet again, feeling his own condition, only to find that the high heat and impact from the explosion hadn't harmed him, but rather intensified his flames.


It was as if the enemy was helping him create a home field advantage.


He turned to look at Qing Chen and noticed that despite having experienced the explosion, he seemed unharmed and was as calm as ever, his eyes fixed outside the door, utterly unconcerned about the bomb.


Just then, hearing the explosion, the assassins outside thought they had succeeded and swarmed toward the conference room.


Waiting for them were Qing Chen's unshaken hands and the deep barrels of his guns.


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