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

Qing Wen had just intended to go over and greet Qing Hua when he suddenly saw a youth emerge from behind Qing Hua, smiling at him.


Qing Wen's pupils contracted for a moment, he had not expected Qing Yi, who didn't come to work today, to suddenly appear with so many people from Intelligence Department One.


The veteran detectives familiar with the PCA Federation CIA's regulations had already realized that Qing Yi was planning to use the prerogatives of Intelligence Department One to pick the fruits of their labor!


Yet Qing Yi did not speak to Qing Wen, instead, he looked towards the detectives who had originally been under his command.


"This is the beef brother Qing Wen has gifted everyone. He has always been so generous, but eating too much meat is not easily digestible," Qing Yi said with a smiley face.


I'm not hiding it anymore; I'm laying my cards on the table!


Actually, the youth Qing Yi was at most a bit precocious, his schemes were not as deep as he imagined.


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