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.

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Old John was also stunned for a moment.


Zhang Jian had been scolded by someone and felt a bit unconvinced, but after his dissatisfaction, he reflected from the bottom of his heart.


After all, when his father was still alive, although he always talked about freedom and the spirit of adventure, he could always bring his crew back with a full load.


Old John was stunned because he realized a problem.


The young man and woman were talking while unloading the crab cages. Just then, Old John had forgotten to use the crane, and these two were lifting the six hundred eighty-pound crab cages as if they were playing.


Perhaps the young man and woman had forgotten that, after crabs were caged on deck, they needed to be moved with a crane?!


For a moment, Old John felt that Qing Chen was more suitable to be the captain of the Arctic. If he followed such a captain, he feared no lives would be lost, and they could return with a full load every year.


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