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

Everyone had a fire in their belly, swearing to prove they were more useful than the detectives of Intelligence Department One.


Perhaps this was what internal competition was all about.


And Qing Chen was the one who actively stirred up this internal competition among his intelligence personnel.


The more his subordinates competed, the more secure he felt.


Yan Chunmi parked the car, draped on her mink coat, and swayed her way towards her residence.


Suddenly, Yan Chunmi realized that in this community there were still people guarding silently in the shadows.


She frowned, thankful that Qing Wen was cautious enough to even employ hidden guards.


At that moment, one of the hidden guards became suspicious when he saw her looking around after getting out of the car.


The hidden guard emerged from the shadows and walked straight towards Yan Chunmi.


However, all of this was part of Yan Chunmi's plan.


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