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.
273, stop playing us!
Before this crossing, Gu Huozi and the others were completely immersed in dreams of making big money.
Zhang Chengze, the boss, was so gentle and elegant, and his talk so reasonable.
How could it be that after arriving in the Inner World, the boss seemed like a completely different person?
They could never have imagined that just four hours after crossing, Gu Huozi's bodyguard team had already suffered heavy losses.
Their beautiful dreams shattered.
The four of them were thrown out one by one by the security guards of the Begonia Boxing Gym. Fortunately, there was thick snow outside; otherwise, the fall alone would have been enough to wreak havoc on their already fragile bodies.
"Were we played by that old boy Zhang Chengze?" Gu Huozi lay weakly in the snow, the blood flowing from his nostrils dyeing the snow red, particularly striking.
"But what's the point? Why would he mess with us for no reason?" another person asked in confusion.