Naming Technique of the Night
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.
247, Washing Away Sin
In this sleepless city, the nights were always busier than the days.
It was the same for the hospital's emergency department.
Black market boxers, gang members.
Those with dislocated joints, stomachs shot in the dark, foreheads stabbed with knives.
The emergency department doctors had long since grown accustomed to such sights.
However, tonight there seemed to be an unusually high number of patients, along with more moaning.
When He Sheng Society members were brought into the hospital, Qing Chen had already quietly opened his eyes on the bed.
He knew Wang Bingxu was also at the hospital and had even checked several times to see if he was around.
Lying on his side in bed, Qing Chen didn't need to look up to confirm—he remembered the sound of Wang Bingxu's footsteps.
With Wang Bingxu guarding the place, he couldn't leave the hospital.
But sometimes, a hunter doesn't need to exhaust all their cunning to find their prey; they can just wait for the prey to come to them.