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

This level of battle, how could they possibly participate?


Capturing officials was manageable, but when it came to real combat, Intelligence Department One still lacked something.


Thinking of this, everyone looked at Qing Chen and felt inferior. The boss was already someone who could influence battles of this scale. In fact, he didn't really need them, Intelligence Department One...


Qing Chen smiled, "Send Qing Yi to the car up ahead, I have other matters to attend to."


Qing Hua dared not object and could only watch as the boss disappeared into the dark night.


It was as if the ongoing battle behind him had nothing to do with this boss at all.


At the base of Utopia Building, Qing Chen was bored waiting for the elevator.


After leaving Jindai Street, he hadn't encountered any danger... until the elevator doors opened.


Song Niannian, wrapped up tightly, stood inside the elevator, staring blankly at Qing Chen through her sunglasses.


389, Final Destination 2