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

As usual, Qing Yi finished breakfast and, escorted by a large group of bodyguards, headed to Intelligence Department Three.


Unlike his spirited appearance at the beginning, he now felt somewhat tired of it all.


After arriving at Intelligence Department Three, his daily tasks were to feign obedience and then sit in the large office, sipping coffee, chatting, watching Qing Xing find money, observing Qing Wen buy people's hearts, seeing Qing Wu sleep sprawled on the desk, and Qing Shi chasing celebrities.


Qing Yuan had never shown up, and there was no telling where he'd gone.


Qing Yi's initial plan was to adopt an indifferent facade upon his arrival at Intelligence Department Three to lower others' guard against him.


Of course, he was a bit worried about whether such behavior would make him too conspicuous.


Let the bullets fly for a while