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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.

The Speaking Pork Trotter · Urbain
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377 Chs

The new function of ACE-005

"Are you still there?" Lao Liu stiffened his body, "Are you there, are you there, are you there?"

After waiting a long time and ensuring no one was responding from behind, he carefully turned his head and scanned the crowd.

Then he gently sighed with relief.

Limping, Lao Liu quickly made his way towards the private room; he had to report what had just happened to Li Changqing.

As he walked, his anger grew. A gambler blocked his path, furiously shouting something.

Lao Liu murmured softly, "Move aside."

But the gambler paid no heed.

Lao Liu then pulled his hand back and slapped the gambler across the face, causing him to spin around twice on the spot, completely stunned.

Reaching the door of the suite, Lao Liu knocked, "Boss!"

"Get in," Li Changqing spoke coldly.

Lao Liu entered, bowing low, "Boss, hear me out. When Qing Chen was first pushed back by Miao Qifeng, I was about to intervene. But there was an expert in the ring who stopped me."