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 past few days, someone had privately asked Qing Hua if the overtime pay was really a hundred thousand.


Qing Hua replied that it was a small amount, that they were thinking too small.


It wasn't until this moment that they truly realized how generous their new boss was!


This was what "having a good new year" really meant!


However, ever since Qing Chen had moved to Intelligence Department One, he had not contacted Yan Chunmi again.


It was as if he no longer needed Kite Falcon.


Yan Chunmi sat in a bar booth, earpiece in place, and whispered, "The boss knows we're waiting to see if he's up to the mark, so he's just decided not to play with us Kite Falcons, understand?"


It wasn't just Intelligence Department One, Team Seven who wanted to challenge the new boss; the proud Kite Falcons felt the same.


It wasn't that they necessarily wanted to oppose the new boss; they just wanted to see if he was capable of leading them.


375, The Kite Falcons are getting a bit anxious_3