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

On the deck, someone had to operate the crane; two people pulled up the crab cage, and someone sorted the King Crabs into the hold.


If four people could not be assembled, there would really be no need to set sail.


Zhang Jian fell silent, he might not be able to find any other crew members, having Qing Chen here, he shouldn't give up.


After all, with Qing Chen included, their manpower was already stretched thin; they could not even take turns to rest.


But Zhang Jian still said earnestly, "No, I'm tempted, but I cannot take you to sea and risk it. You don't know what you'll face, but I do. Prolonged exhaustive work could kill you at sea."


Qing Chen thought for a moment, "What if I call another crew member, and both of us just take the base salary?"


Zhang Jian was stunned for a moment, "That... might actually work."


The next second, Qing Chen pulled out his phone and made a call, "Hurry up, let's get on the boat together."


402, Set sail!_2