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 Chen was thinking that if someone were to deliberately follow him and gather information today, many intelligence personnel would have to be exposed...


Fortunately, he confirmed no one was watching him.


He arrived at Intelligence Department One on the third floor.


Qing Chen had just pushed the door open when he saw the detectives stationed at their desks all stand up in unison: "Good morning, boss!"


Some detectives even yelled it so loudly that they almost deprived themselves of oxygen.


At that moment, Inspector Chen Sai, on his way upstairs, just happened to pass by the third-floor doorway and overheard the shout.


The roar gave him such a start that he cursed under his breath in embarrassment, quickly adjusting his tie before continuing upstairs.


In fact, Chen Sai felt a bit sentimental inside, wondering when he would have such cohesion among his subordinates as a boss?


It was probably a scene every superior imagined, but achieving it was too difficult.


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