Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 852: 519, The Warlords

“National hero Zard, immortal!”

“Fire at me! Fire at me! The motherland is proud of me!”

The Green Little Dinosaur began by shouting broken Japanese, but he could only say that one phrase. When he wanted to shout something else, he had to switch back to Chinese.

Hundreds of members from the Mysterious Business Department surrounded him in a high-speed chase, but little did they know that although he was wearing a Green Little Dinosaur costume, he ran like the wind.

A journalist murmured, “Is he insane…”

“Seems like it…”

Since the crossover started, many people, influenced by He Xiaoxiao, considered the Inner World as a large-scale virtual reality game.

Later, as everyone became more familiar with the Inner World and understood how cruel it can be, they gradually woke up.

However, Zard maintained a spirit of entertainment to death, treating his solo arrival to crash the event like it was a game.

Yet, others still couldn’t catch him…

While fleeing, the Green Little Dinosaur’s figure was also captured by reporters outside.

Dozens of cameramen outside pointed their lenses at him.

The members of the Mysterious Business Department no longer hesitated, forming a defensive line with hundreds of people to block his path, unlocking the firearms and starting to shoot.

But strangely, even though the bullets hit the Green Little Dinosaur and the violent metal storm ruthlessly ripped his costume to shards and holes,

the Green Little Dinosaur kept running as if nothing had happened.

The members of the Mysterious Business Department were shocked, for although there were many Transcendents, no one could withstand such gunfire. Not even a Demigod had such abilities!

In the next instant,

Zard’s Green Little Dinosaur costume seemed like a layer of wax, and the metal storm was like hot oil, stripping off this layer of wax revealing the young man sprinting beneath.

The young man suddenly squatted down, placing his hands on the ground: “Burial!”

In an instant, the large plaza outside Osaka City Hall sandified, a giant pit collapsed, and members of the Mysterious Business Department fell in.

No dust, the stones turned to grains without dust, only sand.

Zard’s hands pressed on the ground, and in front of him, the surface cracked and spread like the veins of a human arm.

This madman shed his costume, displaying unimaginable power like a god descending.

Zard roared: “Merge!”

At the edge of the pit, the flowing sand hung like waterfalls on the cliff’s side, instantly burying the hundreds of Mysterious Business Department members.

The ground was smooth.

As if nothing had happened.

This unexpected scene was so shocking that the reporters outside the plaza captured it, watching the young man who buried hundreds with strange power slowly approach.

Zard revealed his true face and openly came to the camera. Without waiting for the reporters to say anything, he spoke: “I came to this Island Country because I thought everyone was having so much fun here, living splendidly…”

Zard, the habitual chatterbox, hesitated, thinking that directly expressing envy of those fierce people blowing up the Shrine might make him look like a follower.

But he had to say something.

In the silence, the reporters held their cameras, trembling, afraid to provoke this madman.

Then, Zard suddenly adjusted his clothes, facing the camera: “Thanks to my dad and mom, thanks to the director, thanks to the producer for giving me this opportunity…”

Reporter: “???”

Camera operator: “???”

Are you accepting an award?!

“Oh, right,” Zard suddenly said to the camera, “I forgot to say the important thing… Remember, this is my pledge!”

Not far away, the sound of engines roaring came. Within a 3000-meter-radius blockade, countless Mysterious Business Department members were converging.

The reporters thought they had to get away quickly; otherwise, they’d be implicated when the Mysterious Business Department caught this madman.

But before they could run, the young man laughed: “Too late.”

Saying this, he opened his arms and fell backward. At the moment his body touched the ground, it shattered into sand.

A reporter shouted at the cameraman: “Did you capture that?! How did he disappear?!”

A single person wiped out a wave of Mysterious Business Department security personnel at Osaka City Hall plaza and then easily escaped?!

Wait, where are the chosen ones of the Mysterious Business Department? Why aren’t they targeting this madman?

As they pondered, dense gunfire erupted inside Osaka City Hall.

Inside the building, members of the Mysterious Business Department fell like dumplings from shattered floor-to-ceiling windows.

…

…

The massacre at the press conference was too sudden, and the appearance of the Green Little Dinosaur outside happened too quickly.

Two people acted simultaneously, forming an unexpectedly tacit collaboration despite no prior arrangement.

Qing Chen inside the venue blew away the encirclement with a breath of cloud gas. As the explosions sounded, the whole building fell into panic, and journalists and staff ran out in a frenzy.

The explosions, mixed with the fear of witnessing hundreds of Mysterious Business Department members turning into blood mist, made all non-combat personnel lose their ability to think normally.

Qing Chen only needed to incite chaos today, enlarge the situation, forcing the Mysterious Business Department to pull personnel from Hokkaido, without any intention to fight to the death.

This building wasn’t suitable for a death match.

If the Mysterious Business Department members from the blockade converged, even ten lives wouldn’t suffice.

Qing Chen mixed into the crowd amidst the chaos, but several elite combat groups locked onto his clothing and appearance.

The press conference was held on the third floor. The fleeing journalists ran downstairs, while Qing Chen separated from the crowd and ran upstairs.

In the Mysterious Business Department’s combat channel, Jindai Yunwu’s voice echoed: “Attention, attention, the target is not mixed in with the crowd. He’s running upstairs; everyone enters the building and searches upward, sealing all routes!”

“He can’t escape anymore. Check every room, every corner, even if the search is slow, do not miss any details!”

In the chase, the Mysterious Business Department kept suffering casualties.

Qing Chen realized that today’s “security personnel” in the building were just ordinary soldiers, not even one Genetic Warrior.

In other words, these were the Mysterious Business Department’s troops in the Outer World, without Time Travelers.

This was the Mysterious Business Department using ordinary soldiers’ lives in a strategic trap.

But the question remained, since it’s a trap and he’s already here, why haven’t the Mysterious Business Department’s chosen ones surrounded him?

What are they waiting for?

From the moment he arrived in Osaka, many things seemed bizarre. The Mysterious Business Department’s behavior suddenly changed, becoming unpredictable.

Someone was breaking the usual patterns, weaving a net.

Qing Chen realized that although the Mysterious Business Department had seven chosen ones as leaders, and Jindai Yunxiu openly controlled all Time Travelers,

Jindai Yunxiu seemed to be a puppet pushed to the forefront.

Now, Qing Chen knew he was confronting the real power holder, who was using Qing Chen’s return to Osaka to accomplish something.

“Sir, the target suddenly disappeared on the 8th floor!” Jindai Yunwu raised his voice on the communication channel: “Disappeared? How did he disappear?!”

“Reporting, sir… We don’t know.”

Jindai Yunwu’s voice turned icy: “Everyone, remove your tactical helmets, each team verify your companions’ identities, and continue to search the entire building for bodies or signs of combat!”

He suspected that someone had infiltrated their ranks.

But after removing helmets, no strangers were found among the teams, and searching the whole building revealed no extra bodies.

Qing Chen seemed to have vanished.

…

…

On the rooftop terrace of Osaka City Hall.

Jindai Sorajima stood at the edge and asked: “If he directly charges at the terrace, do we need to fight him directly?”

Jindai Yunxiu, his muscles bulging, calmly replied: “If he charges up, so be it. Has the Yunwai Mirror marked him?”

Jindai Sorajima nodded: “Marked.”

“Good, let’s proceed as planned.”