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.
89. Courage
In the clouds above the inn, Nan Gengchen was dragged into a room on the second floor, wailing and howling to the heavens.
Outside the window, the flickering light of a bonfire was visible, yet he felt as though he had plunged into hell.
Nan Gengchen screamed, "Boss, please don't touch me, I beg you, really, that Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen look better than me, find them instead!"
While he cried and shouted, he secretly strained with all his might in his lower abdomen.
He had read online that in such a critical moment, if one could manage to soil one's pants in time, it might just spoil the perpetrator's appetite and save one's safety.
He just never imagined that he himself would one day have to resort to this tactic.
However, the anticipated sound of the other person unbuckling his belt didn't happen.
The criminal wore a black leather jacket with a clean shaven head.
A black dragon tattoo extended from his neck to his chin, giving him a ferocious look.