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

Those who could gather in this room must have their place in the Federation's entertainment industry.


So, it wasn't just Song Niannian who was the fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered—the kidnappers had their eyes on everyone here.


But, these people probably hadn't realized that the criminals didn't just intend to extort and kidnap, they even wanted to sell them off as goods to make another profit.


The Outer World had a darknet for trading women, while the Inner World was even darker; the black market had always had a precedent for trafficking slaves, and had even formed a new industry chain.


These slaves with "identities" always fetched a high price in the black market.


Among all the people present, not a single one was undesirable; they were all very valuable in the black market.


At the same time, customers were required to pay a massive security deposit when purchasing, to ensure the slave wouldn't escape. If the slave did escape, the deposit would be forfeited.


380, Young Inspector