Naming Technique of the Night

"I originally wanted to ask you what you're doing in City No. 22, but the moment I walked in and saw Jindai Yunhe, I understood," Jindai Yunluo said. "Do you want to kill him? How about making a deal? I'll help you kill him, and you owe me a favor. Otherwise, it's really tough for a B-Class to kill an A-Class."

"I won't make a deal with the Jindai Consortium," Qing Chen replied.

"Don't say that, I'm not necessarily like other Jindai people. My grandfather was even friends with the Master of Li Family," Jindai Yunluo smiled.

Qing Chen looked at the other person in astonishment, realizing that the elderly man who committed suicide on Li Xiurui's Dream Road was the grandfather of this Jindai chosen one in front of him!

"You seem surprised. Perhaps you've been too busy killing people since crossing over, haven't had time to investigate my detailed identity?" Jindai Yunluo said. "My grandfather used to be friends with Li Xiurui, even if he was an undercover agent. Even though I've already been promoted to A-Class, it means I'm doomed to never hold a high position in the Jindai Consortium. Someday, one of the ancestors might fixate on my body too. So please don't have such hostility towards me."

But Qing Chen didn't think that way. He knew that Jindai Yunluo and Jindai Yunxiu acted so well because they were supporting a larger ambition. It wasn't simple at all.

At a certain moment, he even had a realization in his heart. No wonder in the Outer World, Jindai Yunluo pretended to go to Hokkaido. He went there because he figured Qing Chen was causing trouble in Osaka and was trying to earn Jinguji Maki a chance to see her mother.

So someone goes to Hokkaido, and his side needs to act quickly to draw more attention.

Jindai Yunluo was forcing him to act, helping them eliminate Yun Wu, Yun Ye, and Yun Jue, using a borrowed knife to kill.

At that moment, Jindai Yunluo seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and laughed: "Don't worry, I won't touch that little girl's mother. Of course, I know she's not an important figure. Just letting you know, I take pride in that I'm not stooping to underhanded tricks against ordinary people like those past Jindai members you've met... somewhat different."

Qing Chen thought for a while, still unwilling to make a deal with this Jindai Yunluo.

Not for any other reason but because this Jindai Yunluo seems to have a considerable ambition, destined to be a mainstay of the Jindai Consortium one day.

Perhaps Jindai Yunluo still doesn't know, but Qing Chen's target at this time is even bigger.

Seeing Qing Chen still not speaking, Jindai Yunluo shrugged: "Since you don't want to make a deal, that's it. So... kill Jindai Yunhe first, after you kill him, I'll come to kill you. But a little reminder, Jindai Yunhe is not easy to kill."

With that, this playboy stood up and walked out of the Black Swan with such style, casually, as if he came on a whim and left after losing interest.

Hearing the footsteps, Qing Chen hurriedly lay down again and pretended to sleep.

Manager Wang patted him: "Get up, everyone is gone. Move these to the couch and leave after they wake up."

He placed down an envelope: "1,000 bucks, this is your commission for drinking with the guests."

Qing Chen was dumbfounded, how did he end up becoming a drinking companion?

Last night, Jindai Yunluo opened quite a lot of bottles. With each one popped, Manager Wang grew happier. He wished this playboy would open all the wine in the shop.

Qing Chen thought and said: "Why just 1,000? He opened a lot of bottles; the commission is so little?"

Manager Wang replied irritably: "You started sleeping on the table since 12 o'clock. This 1,000 is calculated from the champagne bottles, otherwise, you wouldn't get a penny!"

Qing Chen was stunned for a moment: "Understood."

At six in the morning, Qing Chen came out of the Black Swan with messy hair. It was only then that he woke up each girl and sent them to their cars.

What an affair, Jindai Yunluo drank and left in style, and Qing Chen had to stay to clean up the mess...

Qing Chen turned his head for a glance and found the young man from the Black Water Gang sitting by the roadside asleep.

"How unprofessional," Qing Chen sighed.

He took the light rail back to the Ninth District. On the way, the light rail was bustling even at six in the morning, filled with the nightshift workers heading back to the Ninth District.

Back at the pigeonhole, when he reached the 43rd floor, he saw Zhang Mengchan sitting on the stairs hugging his knees.

His face had bruises, and his hands were bloody.

Holding a paper bag filled with food, Qing Chen stood in front of the little boy: "How did this happen?"

Zhang Mengchan looked up at him stubbornly: "Your money is all big bills. When I went to buy the protein bar, people saw it, and I got robbed on the way back."

Qing Chen nodded: "Here, it's best not to show your wealth. I'm the one who got you into trouble."

Zhang Mengchan suddenly looked up and asked Qing Chen: "Why do people have to live so hard?"

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said: "If you feel like you're carrying a burden ahead... there's surely someone resting easy because of you. Life for those born to be exploited is just like this."

Zhang Mengchan: "?"

The little boy expected to hear some inspirational encouragement but ended up hearing such a harsh truth...

Qing Chen took a bun from the paper bag in front: "Eat it, I bought it at the Breakfast Shop in the Fourth District."

He walked past the little boy, who immediately stood and whispered: "Where are the people from the Black Water Gang who followed you last night?"

"Oh, he fell asleep at the entrance of the Black Swan Restaurant where I work."

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In a rundown factory in City No. 22, Luo Wanya sat on a diesel barrel in the middle of the plant, stoking the fire in front of him: "Places like these are really hard to find."

He glanced at the windows and walls full of holes around him: "Even though it's a bit cold, to find a place like this at the city edge isn't easy."

Beside him, Zhang Qinghuan said ingratiatingly: "Indeed, I'm most familiar with this area in the Third District. This was originally meant to be demolished for construction, but the developer was driven out by residents from the Eighth District, so this place was left empty. Actually, those residents were forced to come by a gang. A gang wanted to legalize this land but city officials didn't collect enough money, so they didn't give them the land, and the gang was unhappy and started causing trouble."

"Then what happened?"

"Then, of course, the gang was taken care of," Zhang Qinghuan laughed: "Nowadays, gangs can't stand up to those city officials, the arm can't win over the leg."

As they talked, opposite them knelt seventeen people, all with their legs tied, mouths stuffed, and eyes covered with black tape.

Behind Luo Wanya, were thirty-some family members and more than twenty of the art gang's younger brothers.

Luo Wanya looked at Zhang Qinghuan and handed him a silenced pistol: "These are the people we need to kill, Time Travelers of the Jindai Consortium. Honestly, we don't usually do things this way, but this time it's too important, so you all have to offer a pledge of loyalty."

Zhang Qinghuan and his younger brothers all tensed up.

Last night, while Qing Chen was drinking, Luo Wanya and his team weren't idle either. Following the information Qing Chen provided, they captured each Time Traveler who had been facially recognized.

Qing Chen killed Jindai Yunhe, and Luo Wanya led people to kill the Time Travelers, like two intertwined threads being executed simultaneously.

At this moment, Luo Wanya wanted to integrate Zhang Qinghuan into the Parents' Meeting and use this art gang to plant the roots of the Parents' Meeting in the north.

The most important task was to ensure the art gang wouldn't betray them.

Though the family members repeatedly reminded, Parents' Meeting should not engage in unethical activities, killing Jindai's Time Travelers is evidently a highly ethical task.

At least, that's how Luo Wanya understood it.

He smiled as he said to Zhang Qinghuan: "Shoot, once you fire, we can become family, and there's much waiting for us. By the way, what's your art gang's rival faction? Perhaps we can idle and deal with them together."

"Black... Black Water Gang!"

Luo Wanya paused for a moment, thinking this is quite the coincidence!

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