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

"Sir, where are you going?" Sun Chu Ci was completely baffled as he watched the middle-aged man sprint away, his bulky frame jiggling with each step.


Just from the man's manner of running, Sun Chu Ci could ascertain his psychological state.


At that moment, as if remembering something, the middle-aged man turned back to Sun Chu Ci and said, "Don't call me 'sir' anymore."


After that, he continued running towards the pickup truck.


The immigration officer, who had been so arrogant and demanding mere moments ago, was now in a panic just from scanning Qing Chen's electronic identity marker.


Sun Chu Ci started to follow him and saw the middle-aged man had reached the pickup truck and was standing next to the vehicle Qing Chen was in, his face all smiles, as if he was being extra cautious.


367. Qing's Family's Pawn ahead of the Horses