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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At this moment, someone suddenly asked, "What identities do we all have in the Inner and Outer Worlds? The Li Family won't keep everyone isolated forever, they will surely bring us together for training eventually. When that time comes, we who have executed missions together can stick together for warmth."
The person at the very front turned and said coldly, "Do not ask about others' Outer World identities, nor reveal your own. This way, if someone is caught, they won't be able to immediately betray you. Understand? Or, are you harboring ill intentions by asking this question?"
"I won't ask anymore, okay?" the individual muttered, closing their mouth in discontent.
A group of seven people arrived at the entrance of Lichun Road Police Station's Administrative Office—an office that was merely an eighty-plus-square-meter public service window.
The adjacent police station had someone on duty, but the Administrative Office did not.