Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 739: 432, Ambush, Bloody Battle_3

At that time, the entire First Army Group was abuzz with rumors that the 127th Brigade had come under the control of a demon, and soon, they too would be under its control.

It caused widespread unease.

Uncle Li Dong stated that all Shadows throughout history shared one common trait, which is being ruthlessly decisive.

Each Shadow had endured the tragic strife of competing for supremacy within the Nine Dragons, fighting their way to the top step by step.

Such people, who have witnessed betrayal from friends and death threats from their kin, have a way of thinking that is unimaginable to the average person.

Before the Shadow Candidate even arrived at the First Army Group, his first order was the execution of 12 military police.

The second thing he did was activate the Divine Scepter ship to hover at an altitude of 5,200 meters above the 127th Brigade, and use the main firepower electromagnetic cannon to obliterate the entire 127th Brigade.

This Shadow had a very famous saying that still circulates within the Federal Army Group: “All fear stems from a lack of firepower.”

Later, this Shadow’s direct troops did something else.

At that time, outside the 1823 production base was a graveyard where Federated citizens working there often said ghosts haunted the area, with frequent sightings of a woman in red floating about.

As a result, after the Shadow’s direct troops arrived, they simply drove in 12 Shan-Qing-22 main battle tanks and fired salvos that flattened all the graves.

After that, there were no more reports of ghost sightings.

Everyone said that this Shadow’s direct troops were specially tasked with eradicating feudal superstitions…

At this moment, Qing Chen speculated that Qing Yuan’s ability was likely one of control, and the reason the appearance of the person they were tracking did not match was because they were dealing with Qing Yuan’s “seed,” not his actual body!

No wonder the target had gone into hiding; with such an ability, one wouldn’t need to make personal appearances to accomplish anything.

If that was the case, dealing with Qing Yuan himself would be very difficult.

Qing Chen sent messages to Liu Dezhu and Nan Gengchen: “Luo Wanya is in danger.”

Having said that, he too started sprinting.

Luo Wanya was actually a street thug who made his way through unclean means, spending his early years either on the run or preparing to flee.

He was considerably older than other members of the daylight.

Even when combined, Qing Chen’s and Nan Gengchen’s ages did not surpass Luo Wanya’s.

Luo Wanya had not been with daylight for long and didn’t seem like a significant figure.

Qing Chen once talked to Luo Wanya about his experiences while on the run.

Luo Wanya shared that when he returned from his first escape, his wife had taken their assets and remarried.

Qing Chen asked him if he regretted it.

At that time, Luo Wanya, uncharacteristically shy, scratched his head and laughed, “Someone like me could die out there at any time; why drag someone else down? Let her remarry. It’s nothing.”

In the midst of conversation, it appeared that Luo Wanya, who lived life on the edge of a knife, was always ready to confront death.

But Qing Chen did not want this man to die.

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‘Qing Yuan’ advanced step by step towards Luo Wanya: “Who sent you? Where are your accomplices? Tell me who’s pulling the strings behind the scene, and I’ll spare you tonight.”

During this time, the seven assassins began closing in on Luo Wanya as well.

Luo Wanya laughed, a ghastly and ferocious laugh.

He pulled out a Spring Knife from his pocket, a weapon that had been with him for over twenty years, taken from a Korean snakehead who had tried to sell his organs during his first escape attempt.

The snakehead who specialized in transporting people had been fed to the fishes over twenty years ago, yet Luo Wanya was still alive today.

He tugged out a Golden Buddha pendant from around his neck. The pure gold Rolex watch he had taken with him when he fled had been sold, but he never had the heart to sell the Golden Buddha his wife gave him.

Even when he was starving in foreign streets, he did not sell it.

Times have changed, people are different.

But that didn’t matter, what mattered was that he was still alive.

“You really think your grandpa is some minor character you can easily handle? I’ve never done anything to betray or abandon my principles in my life,” Luo Wanya sneered: “If you want my life, come and try for yourself.”

In the heat of the moment, Luo Wanya actually charged at ‘Qing Yuan’ head-on.

The seven assassins followed and surrounded him from behind.

What was shocking was that Luo Wanya completely ignored the assassins behind him, fighting desperately just to trade his life for Qing Yuan’s.

This was the most ferocious street fighting style.

No tricks, no intelligence.

When Luo Wanya entered the underworld, his big brother told him: if a bunch of people attack you, just grab one and don’t let go until he’s dead!

In just a few seconds, Luo Wanya had been stabbed over ten times in the back.

In front of him, ‘Qing Yuan’ bled profusely from the abdomen and one eye was blinded.

On Zheng City Street, onlookers who saw such a fierce brawl screamed and stayed far away.

There was a moment when Qing Yuan felt like he was facing a wild boar king in the wilderness.

Such a boar, even when shot several times, as long as its vitals remain unscathed, would chase you to the ends of the earth.

That was the true terror of a wild boar.

However, Qing Yuan was not flustered.

Blinded in one eye, he glanced at the wound on his abdomen with his good eye and said with a laugh, “Such a crude street-fighting style, with no technical content at all.”

This calmness was chilling.

Meanwhile, Luo Wanya, while brandishing his dagger, retorted with a laugh, “An eye for an eye. I’m not at a loss.”

Yet, at that very moment, the color of the night sky changed from black to red.

Luo Wanya clearly saw ‘Qing Yuan’s face brightening up, as if a ball of fire was hurtling towards him rapidly. He could feel some kind of temperature rising steadily at his back.

The biting cold wind no longer felt harsh, as though the sun was rising in the east.

The flames crackled and popped, like a chariot enveloped in flames rushing forward.

Liu Dezhu, transformed into a blaze of fire, charged into the battlefield, and within moments, scattered the seven assassins surrounding Luo Wanya. Helping up the half-kneeling Luo Wanya, he said, “The boss sent me to rescue you!”

Luo Wanya gave a bitter smile: “Be quicker next time.”

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A five-thousand-word chapter, another will follow at 11 PM tonight.