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.
Beat him up!
Lu Yuan sprinted madly, as if he had grasped the most crucial point amidst the chaos; despite the pain, he was exhilarated.
Looking down, he noticed that his thigh was also bleeding, with tiny shards of metal embedded in his muscle.
He had been injured as well.
But compared to catching the criminal, pain was inconsequential at this moment.
When he rounded back to the front entrance, he happened to see a minivan slowly driving towards the entrance of building 12.
As expected.
From the shadows of the corridor, four criminals were calmly walking out, each carrying a heavy black woven bag that seemed to distort the synthetic fibers from the weight.
The leading criminal coldly glanced at Lu Yuan; the man seemed a bit surprised that Lu Yuan could react so quickly, but he was unconcerned.
They threw the black bags into the van and sat down in the back of the minivan in succession.
One of them stayed behind, pulling out a cold pistol from behind his waist and aimed it at Lu Yuan.