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

In the wilderness of Kyushu, the members had left, and the tank truck sat isolated in the forest.


He Jinqiu sat on top of the tank truck, his neat tie loosened, no longer appearing so refined and meticulous.


Footsteps sounded from outside the forest, and Zheng Yuandong slowly approached, "Your people have withdrawn. Why are you still here?"


He Jinqiu smiled, "Waiting for you, old squad leader. I knew you must have some questions for me."


Zheng Yuandong looked up at the young man sitting on the tank truck, noticing some white hair at his temples.


He remembered how vibrant and optimistically spirited this young man was when he first joined the squad.


He used to follow him around and call him squad leader.


Squad leader here, squad leader there, like a shadow.


Now, the other man was a significant expert with his own goals and ambitions, his own organization and power, even white hair at his temples.


The He Jinqiu of the past was no longer the same.


338. Person knocking on the door at midnight