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

Trust myself, the person who just yesterday wanted to show the other party who's boss?


Qing Hua felt a complex mix of emotions, yet also a touch of gratitude.


He looked at Qing Chen and said, "Boss, I'll make sure to manage them well on my end and won't let you down."


Qing Chen looked at Qing Hua, with not a single mention of putting someone in their place, just smiled and said, "Just do your job well, Qing's family will not mistreat any meritorious service. Also, later on go and bring back Chen Quan and Fan Yu from the Federal Lottery Center, their evidence is in file number 1022219, I've marked it up in the digital version."


Qing Hua was stunned for a moment, "The Federal Lottery Center?"


Qing Chen smiled, "I've found these are two fat sheep, they have a set routine to siphon prize pool cash, bring some brothers along when you catch them, it's almost the New Year, everyone should not be busy for nothing."


375, The Kite Falcons are getting a bit anxious_2