Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 323: 253, Werewolf Kill_2

“That actually makes sense,” Xiao Ying nodded, “But at Bingyan’s place, Li Si and Yue Er are vouching for him.”

Lu Yuan chuckled, “Think about it. We’ve already found sixteen or seventeen time travelers who have received letters. What do they have in common? Eleven people received invitations, and the holder promised nine of them that he could provide a complete set of Genetic Potion. I think Bingyan must know this pattern, so he just spoke out, betting that Li Si and Yue Er had also received these kinds of letters.”

Lu Yuan continued, “Although the holder of Devil’s Stamp is neurotic, what he does has internal logic. Since the beginning of his travels, he has been using resources from the Inner World to strengthen his forces. So, he’s just neurotic, not really insane, and he wouldn’t just invite everyone over to attack him for no reason.”

“Then who is this Bingyan?” a Kunlun member curiously asked, “Why is he targeting Huan Yu so specifically?”

“He must have a feud with the holder of the Devil’s Stamp,” Lu Yuan said, “For now, it seems we could form an alliance with this Bingyan in the group chat, since the boss is also looking for the holder.”

Xiao Ying pondered for a while, “Wait, I concede that Road Team’s analysis is very logical, but why hasn’t Huan Yu laughed yet?”

This indeed stumped Lu Yuan, yes, why hadn’t the holder of Devil’s Stamp laughed…

Then, after a few minutes, Huan Yu spoke up again in the chat group, “I’ve been wanting to see what game you were planning to play, but I didn’t expect it to be so crude. Let’s end this game of the real and fake Monkey King here; I don’t want to waste time with you. Although you impersonate quite well, you still forgot one thing—that the Devil’s Stamp is in my hands, not yours. Li Si, did you receive the letter I just sent?”

Li Si hesitated, “Received.”

In the courtyard of Kunlun, a group of people started applauding Lu Yuan, “Road Team is brilliant, actually analyzing it correctly!”

Lu Yuan smirked and curled his lip, “And you think I got to manage the special operations group without having a few tricks up my sleeve?”

In the little house on Xingshu Road, Nan Gengchen looked up at Qing Chen, “Bro Chen, we’re out of moves now, they really do have the Devil’s Stamp…”

Qing Chen shook his head at Nan Gengchen, “He’s been hiding in this group chat all along, constantly monitoring everyone’s information. Now he has deliberately stripped off his disguise, but we haven’t lost anything.”

Che Qing Chen believed.

That Huan Yu would soon realize that regardless of whether he could prove his identity, he had lost in this matter.

In the group chat, Huan Yu asked, “Now that I’ve proved my identity, who exactly are you?”

The Kunlun members perked up, “Could this Bingyan be from Los Angeles City? Or perhaps a time traveler we already know about?”

Xiao Ying raised his hand, “Quiet, let’s see how Bingyan responds.”

All eyes were on the chat.

Bingyan: “I haven’t changed my name or title; I am Kunlun’s Lu Yuan.”

Lu Yuan: “????”

In the headquarters of Kunlun, everyone looked at each other, bewildered. If it wasn’t for the fact that Road Team was right there with them, they might actually have believed that this Bingyan was Lu Yuan!

But no one expected Bingyan to actually dare to claim such a thing, banking on the fact that their real identities were unknown to each other in the group, pretending to be whoever he wanted.

Xiao Ying looked at Lu Yuan and asked, “Road Team, he’s impersonating you now, should we respond?”

“Don’t respond,” Lu Yuan grimaced, scratching his buzz cut, “Who the hell is this, really? It was supposed to be a clear and refreshing group chat atmosphere, and his presence has muddied everything. I know he wants to set Kunlun against Huan Yu, and the boss certainly wouldn’t mind standing against Huan Yu either, but this feeling of being manipulated is really unpleasant…”

“The boss is also in the group, he should have seen the chat by now,” Xiao Ying asked, “Should we ask him what to do?”

“Let’s not disturb him for now,” Lu Yuan shook his head, “The boss has more important things to deal with right now.”

“Where is the boss now?” Xiao Ying wondered, “Haven’t seen him in a few days.”

“He found a time traveler controlled by the Dear Island family, and he’s currently working with the intelligence group to see if he can bring the others out as well.”

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In the little house on Xingshu Road.

On the side, Nan Gengchen said, “Bro Chen, once Huan Yu calms down, he should guess that you are Liu Dezhu’s boss, given how well you excel at irritating people…”

He wanted to say that you excel at pissing people off but ended up not saying it out loud.

Qing Chen glanced at him, “Perhaps, he’s already realized it.”

“Then if he, infuriated, cannot find you, he’ll surely want to settle the score with Liu Dezhu, right?” Nan Gengchen curiously said, “What if he takes action against Liu Dezhu?”

Qing Chen said indifferently, “If he doesn’t make a move, how can I find any clues related to him?”

Sometimes when you want to find someone, you don’t necessarily have to exhaust yourself; letting the other person act can also be a good choice.

In the Inner World, Qing Chen could ask Li Dongze for help, could ask Li Yinuo for help, and could also request some small favors from Yino.

But in the Outer World, he could only rely on himself, and the channels for obtaining information were not abundant.

In such a situation, to find the holder of the Devil’s Stamp, Huan Yu, he naturally had to resort to some unorthodox methods.

As for whether the other party would walk into the trap he had meticulously prepared, Qing Chen was not sure.

Of course, if Liu Dezhu had not reconciled himself to his fate, or if Liu Dezhu had not achieved C-Class Awakening, Qing Chen wouldn’t dare to do so.

But now, many people still thought Liu Dezhu was just an F-Class Genetic Warrior, who had just taken a dose of Genetic Potion, not knowing that Liu Dezhu had already quietly completed his transformation.

Qing Chen judged that there definitely wouldn’t be many Time Travelers with C-Class strength at this stage.

According to the duration since the transference event started, only 43 days had passed in the Inner World, and adding the Outer World time, it had just been over two months.

Even if Huan Yu really had a complete set of Genetic Potions, it wouldn’t be possible to elevate an ordinary person to C-Class in such a short time, at most D-Class.

And those who already possessed strength above C-Class probably wouldn’t be content to be controlled and become slaves.

So, if at this time the other party thought they could easily manipulate Liu Dezhu, they were bound to suffer a huge loss.

At that moment, in a corner of a certain city, a slender figure sat in a rocking chair in front of a French window, silently pondering.

More than ten minutes later, Huan Yu in the rocking chair lamented, “Having such a person in the group is indeed very annoying.”

By then, he had calmed down and guessed that the real identity of that cold-eyed person must be Liu Dezhu’s boss.

After all, how could there be so many people skilled at annoying others in this world?

It must be the same person!

It seemed that the letter he sent to Nan Gengchen in the Inner World had taken effect; this time, it was the other party’s reactionary strike after receiving the letter and unable to bear the harassment.

Just he hadn’t expected that the counterattack would come so swiftly and fiercely.

A sickly smile appeared on Huan Yu’s face.

He knew that in this group chat confrontation, he had already lost one round.

From now on, the ID Huan Yu would constantly be monitored and targeted by Kunlun, Kyushu.

But it didn’t matter, the game wasn’t over yet, and all victories and defeats were void and meaningless.

Only the person who laughs at the moment the game ends is the true winner.

Thinking this, Huan Yu lifted his wrist to check the time, then looked out the French window at the city that had already fallen into a deep sleep: “Brother should be coming back soon.”

After speaking, he got up from the chair, pulled out three sheets of letter paper from a cupboard, and took a black and gold pen to write a sentence on each sheet.

After writing, Huan Yu used the tip of the pen to gently prick his finger, squeezing three drops of blood onto the paper, forming three red stamps.

Strangely, the finger that had just been pricked by the pen tip healed quickly after dripping blood, as if nothing had happened at all.

Huan Yu struck a match and burned all three letters.

In the dark room, he watched the burning letters and said with a smile, “I’ve said it before, the game isn’t over yet.”

The burning light illuminated his pale face.

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Thank you BrokenCry for becoming the new ally of this book, generous boss!

My family is okay now, the rain in Luo Yang has already stopped, and now I’m more concerned about how the folks in Zhengzhou are doing.