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

"So that's how it is," Qing Chen nodded.


Each city's edge was fortified with a wall over three meters high, topped with an electric fence.


The Border and Immigration Bureau was very strict on smuggling and unauthorized crossings.


Qi Duo, within the check-point, watched the SUV that had just departed and suddenly said to Zhang Lanjin, "Did you see that SUV just now? The one from Qing's Family."


"Saw it, what about it?" Zhang Lanjin asked with a smile, "Envious that they can leave the city without inspection?"


"No," Qi Duo shook his head and replied, "I think I saw Hu Xiaoniu sitting in the driver's seat, but I'm not certain because I saw it through the car window."


"Hu Xiaoniu?" Zhang Lanjin was stunned, "You mean our classmate Hu Xiaoniu from the Los Angeles Foreign Language School?"


"Yes," Qi Duo nodded, "He seemed to be driving... No wonder he was reluctant to disclose his role in the Inner World. Turns out he's with the corporation."


341. The Joy of Watching Opera_2