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.
265, it's late
The moment the sniper appeared, Nan Gengchen finally realized just how many pedestrians and actors were on Xingshu Road.
In an instant, those shadowy figures quickly put on Bluetooth earpieces and ran towards the sound of the gunfire.
And Nan Gengchen, who had been the original target, was rightfully abandoned.
No one spared him another glance.
The feeling was quite peculiar—as if being kidnapped signified importance.
Once the sniper intervened, he was discarded like a worn-out shoe, as if the act of kidnapping was merely to lure someone more important.
Nan Gengchen hid in the shadows and watched their back, his mouth opened in an attempt to make the people ambushed on Xingshu Road reconsider his value, but he restrained himself.
Raising a fuss now, there was no telling if someone might jump out and kill him.
From the moment the first sniper shot rang out, Nan Gengchen found himself no longer as afraid.