Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 517: 331. Whose Trap Is It_2

“But why would Jindai go as far as to kill him, even disregarding Jindai Kongyin?” Tang Keke asked.

“He has disrupted Jindai and Deer Island’s actions multiple times, once in Xian City, another time saving Luo Wanya in the Inner World, and yet again saving Li Changqing,” He Jinqiu replied with a smile, “If I were Jindai and Deer Island, I would want to kill him too. Since Jindai Kongyin has once again started working, she can be killed at any time, but this sharpshooter is hard to find; no one knows his identity.”

“But how could the enemy be sure that he would show up today? Even we didn’t know he would appear,” Tang Keke wondered aloud.

He Jinqiu laughed and said, “The key is that they don’t know Daytime is an independent organization with no real connection to Kyushu or Kunlun. This sharpshooter seems to have consistently opposed Jindai and Deer Island, and we along with Kunlun have also been continuously opposing Jindai and Deer Island. So, it’s normal for the enemy to regard this Daytime Boss as part of our camp. That’s why we specifically set a trap for Jindai and Deer Island today. Since we all showed up, it makes sense that the sharpshooter would appear as well. From the enemy’s perspective, it’s a very natural assumption. Moreover, the enemy might not be certain; trying their luck at the Borui Building is also a possibility.”

“Boss, I heard you used to be a sharpshooter too?” Tang Keke curiously asked, “This sniper…”

He Jinqiu sighed and said, “In front of him, I dare not call myself a sharpshooter anymore, the gap is too wide, there’s no need for comparison.”

The Kyushu members were taken aback.

He Jinqiu was proud, very proud, and seldom admitted being inferior to others.

Yet this time, He Jinqiu readily acknowledged that he was no match for Daytime’s boss in terms of sniping.

“Boss, should we go help Daytime?” Tang Keke inquired with curiosity.

“No need,” He Jinqiu responded, “Lu Yuan has already taken people there, it’s meaningless for us to go too. Also, the Time Travelers from Jindai and Deer Island appearing now are surely not their main force. The reverse time-travel plan is what they must complete. Hence, the Time Travelers appearing here are most likely just Genetic Warriors, and judging by the time they’ve traveled to the Outer World, the strongest of them are probably just D-Class.”

“D-Class is quite formidable too, boss,” Tang Keke noted, “Most members of our Kyushu are only D-Class.”

“Strength is relative,” He Jinqiu explained, “They think a sharpshooter’s weakness is close combat, but once they actually get close, they’ll realize just how naive they were. The terror of that sharpshooter extends far beyond the sniper rifle. Alright, let’s escort Jindai Kongyin away, just in case this is a feint to draw us away from something else. Oh, and when you get back to the hotel, remember to order some fish-flavored shredded pork for her; the motherland welcomes her home.”

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In the conference room on the 17th floor of the Borui Building, Qing Chen was dressed in an air conditioning maintenance uniform, watching the musical fountain on Kaiyuan Lake.

He had only heard of the grandeur of this musical fountain but had never had the time to see it for himself.

Getting here from his old small room would require transferring between two buses, each ride costing one yuan, so a round trip was four yuan.

Back then, Qing Chen was even reluctant to spend that four yuan.

He heard the sound of explosions from downstairs and knew the fire was spreading upstairs, but for some reason, Qing Chen just stood by the window, wanting to take in the sight of Asia’s largest musical fountain.

“They’re here,” Qing Chen said.

He wasn’t speaking to someone through a Bluetooth headset but to Liu Dezhu standing behind him.

When those footsteps stopped outside the conference room door, Qing Chen finally turned around and, using the pistol issued to him by Kunlun, pulled the trigger at the still unopened glass door of the conference room.

Instant chaos ensued outside.

In fact, from the beginning, Qing Chen was not the only person in the room. Liu Dezhu had already hidden himself in the conference room, waiting for the arrival of the Jindai assassins.

It wasn’t that Qing Chen guessed the Jindai family’s assassins would definitely come; he knew there would be security from Kyushu and Kunlun at the press conference venue, making Liu Dezhu’s presence there pointless.

It might be better to have all of Daytime lie in wait in the Borui Building for the enemy to come to them.

At that moment, Liu Dezhu looked at Qing Chen. He witnessed his classmate’s transition from stillness to action, from casually watching the musical fountain to suddenly firing his gun and killing.

The assassins outside did not rashly burst in.

The next second.

Someone outside threw a black box that skidded across the floor into the room.

A homemade bomb.

Qing Chen did not move, but Liu Dezhu suddenly burst into flames, throwing himself over the bomb.

Within those flames, Liu Dezhu’s skin seemed to turn into lava.

A loud boom filled the air, but the massive force of the explosion was tightly held within his embrace.

In the instant of the explosion, the flames on Liu Dezhu’s body surged violently, as if gasoline had been poured into a fire, turning the entire conference room orange-red.

Yet, the flames quickly retracted back into Liu Dezhu, nullifying the power of the explosion in a blink.

This was Liu Dezhu’s ability.

And the reason ‘the boss’ had him hide in the conference room ahead of time.

Thinking of this, Liu Dezhu suddenly felt that his boss seemed to have predicted everything.

Not just that the enemy would abandon Jindai Kongyin and head straight for the Borui Building.