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.
On bloodstained Xingshu Road, Nan Gengchen squatted in a corner, hiding together with a group of innocent bystanders.
At that moment, everyone was as silent as the grave.
Only Nan Gengchen still had the presence of mind to check his phone, opening the Daytime group chat. The first to speak was Qiu Xue, "What happened on Xingshu Road? Why do I hear explosions?"
"It's not explosions, it's the sound of a sniper rifle," Nan Gengchen slowly replied, "A group of people tried to kidnap me, but the boss rescued me. Now all the assassins are going after him. I'm fine."
"Gunshots? Can gunshots sound that heavy?" Qiu Xue asked in confusion. "Where are you right now, Duckling? I'll come and rescue you."
"No need, no need, just look out for your own safety," Nan Gengchen said.
At that time, he was pondering a question: if the sniper wasn't Qing Chen, who else could it be?