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

The bacterial count and various indicators all met the requirements.


The official looked at the convoy's captain and said nonchalantly, "There's nothing smuggled in the car, right? If there is, I'd suggest you confess it yourself."


As soon as the convoy captain heard this, he immediately put on a cheeky smile and pulled the official to a spot without surveillance, then handed over a roll of bills: "You have truly sharp eyes, nothing escapes you. I've been entrusted to bring some wild holly falcons for the big bosses."


The official did not take the bills and continued in a bland tone, "Holly falcons are raptors prohibited in the city, I can't let you pass."


The convoy captain hurriedly took off his watch, which was a famous 'Dragon Fabric' watch in the Federation, costing over three hundred thousand.


The official paused for a moment, then casually pocketed the watch.


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