Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 928: 570. Xu Linsen strikes again

“Boss, I’ve just joined the art society through some connections,” Gao Yang whispered on the phone from his newly rented apartment in the Big Pendulum Building.

“Hmm, tell me the progress.”

“There’s nothing much new, just that this art society seems a bit strange. They genuinely seem to be doing good deeds sincerely and aren’t playing any tricks,” Gao Yang said.

Chen Yidong sneered, “A small society trying to act all charitable? This afternoon, even over in the Eighth and Seventh districts, they’ve heard about the pigeonhole issue. I’ve even heard someone wants to protest against me. Doing charity right at my doorstep, it’s laughable.”

“For now, it seems their ambition is not small, but they don’t seem to have any connections with the higher-ups. What should I do next?” Gao Yang asked.

“It’s good that they have no connections with the higher-ups. I was worried some bigshot was just here to play around. You continue with the undercover work, and once you confirm they have no ties above, investigate the whereabouts of that art society boss, Zhang Qinghuan. Then I’ll arrange for someone to kill him,” Chen Yidong laughed, “Society should be handled like a society; if you don’t like it, just destroy it.”

“Understood. I’ve been placed by a person named Luo Wanya to stay close to him. That guy said he values my potential and wants to show me around the art society,” Gao Yang said. “I might not be able to ascertain Zhang Qinghuan’s whereabouts in the next few days, but no more than three days.”

Gao Yang made a military pledge.

Chen Yidong said, “Then I’ll give you three days. Zhang Qinghuan is not difficult to kill; just quickly figure out his whereabouts. Once he’s dead, the art society will scatter, and you’ll be able to come back.”

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Qing Chen walked out from the Black Swan Restaurant at midnight, tightened his collar, and exhaled a thick plume of white mist.

The winter in City 22 was very cold, especially after the curfew, making the deserted streets seem even colder.

Now, there was no need for him to take care of the drunks he and Jindai Yunlo had jointly inebriated. Qing Chen had instructed Manager Wang to always leave two people at the concierge to clean up the mess.

He was now the cash cow of Black Swan, and naturally, his words held sway.

Qing Chen headed toward the light rail station, taking the empty intercity light rail back to the Ninth District.

In the past, the light rail was always packed at night, filled with midnight workers returning from the lower three districts.

But now, due to the curfew, many residents of the lower three districts have lost their jobs.

The light rail has thus become a bit deserted.

The surveillance on this light rail was all damaged by thieves, and it was also a well-known underground trading place in the lower three districts.

Just as this light rail was about to enter the Ninth District, Zhang Mengchan walked from the adjacent carriage and tossed a black bag at his feet before continuing on.

Qing Chen picked up the bag from the ground, and as the light rail slowed down approaching the station, he opened the window and jumped out.

He bit onto the bag and clung tightly to the outer wall of the building where the light rail station was located, climbing down headfirst like a gecko.

Emerging from the shadows in a change of clothes, his new wild hunter-like attire made him look completely different from how he did in the Black Swan Restaurant earlier.

Twenty minutes later, Qing Chen moved along the city’s shadows to a bar called “Under the Neon Lights We Pants Off and Fart Together” in the Sixth District, a name that clearly screamed punk.

Qing Chen muttered softly, “This name’s pretty lame.”

Saying that, he slowly pushed the door in and then clicked the lock shut from inside.

At this moment, over thirty Jindai Consortium’s Time Travelers inside the bar were happily laughing, watching the stripper on stage gyrate.

They hadn’t even noticed someone entering from outside.

Qing Chen walked by someone, lightly placing his palm on a Time Traveler’s neck and squeezed.

With a snap, that Time Traveler’s head tilted and fell amidst the deafening music.

Qing Chen moved freely through them, and by the time someone noticed him, he had already executed more than ten people.

“Baka!” someone shouted in panic upon seeing the trail of bodies stretching from the door all the way inside. He reached for his gun from his underarm holster, but Qing Chen was already upon him.

The boy punched him horizontally on the temple, the knuckle of his thumb pressing into the temple, instantly causing a shockwave that ruptured countless blood vessels inside his brain.

When this Time Traveler lay on the ground, both of his eyeballs were bloodshot red.

A Time Traveler without a gun raised a chair and charged at Qing Chen.

Just as he reached Qing Chen, Qing Chen crouched down and punched the inside of his knee, with a crunch, his knee instantly broke, the kneecap jutting outward, and the bone shard piercing through the skin.

Qing Chen weaved through the bar like a phantom, each punch landing precisely on body joints and fatal areas, stable and accurate.

However, just when he reached the edge of the stage where the stripper stood, the stage suddenly shattered, and two people emerged from below.

Masters!

Drawing the sword!

The gleam of the blade!

The bar lights spilled onto the blade as if condensed, reflecting back toward Qing Chen together with the katana.

Qing Chen’s pupils constricted sharply, two Qieshe Yuyan Samurai!

The two people didn’t know how long they had been lying in ambush here. While others were drinking and partying, they remained calm and patient, hiding here and waiting for their prey to appear.

Ever since the Time Travelers began to disappear frequently, this situation had caught the attention of the Jindai Consortium. They dispersed the hundreds of Time Travelers, forbidding them from staying home alone.

And they set up an ambush in order to catch those who came to kill these Time Travelers.

They had been waiting for this moment.

However, what awaited them was not the opportunity to capture, but the fate of death.

They waited well, but don’t wait again next time.

Qing Chen sneered, as if foreseeing the flash of blades, and deftly sidestepped to avoid two katanas.

The blade lights were like silver snakes; as they slashed through, two deep gashes appeared on the ceiling of the bar.

He didn’t use all his trump cards, but instead charged forward with sheer force, like a divine bull from snowy mountains, with a posture simple yet bursting with explosive power.

The two Qieshe Yuyan saw the first slash missed and immediately retracted in a “Iaido” stance.

They saw the blade light quickly converge inward!

But before the crescent-shaped blade light could return, it abruptly came to a halt.

Qing Chen somehow had already grasped the wrists of the two men, and with a slight twist of his thumb, he dislocated the wrist joints of the two Qieshe Yuyan!

With clang sounds, the two long katanas fell to the ground.

The two Qieshe Yuyan Samurai were shocked: “A-Class?!”

When Qing Chen and Zhang Mengchan cooperated to kill previously, they always lured and killed individually, giving others the illusion that the assassin’s strength might not be that formidable.

But what they didn’t know was that Qing Chen attracted only one at a time not because he couldn’t kill more, but because Xiao Mengqiu was still an ordinary person and could only face one Jindai Time Traveler at a time.

Moreover, Jindai Consortium’s Time Travelers were at most D-Class; what organization would deploy an A-Class to deal with such ants? What A-Class would be so shameless?

However, the speed Qing Chen just exhibited was definitely at A-Class level!

Otherwise, the two B-Class Qieshe Yuyan would not be so easily subdued!

The two were vicious, and they stepped forward simultaneously, clamping Qing Chen’s arms with their elbows and ribs.

At this moment, the two Qieshe Yuyan simultaneously drew daggers from their waists and slashed diagonally upwards, positioning themselves strategically with Qing Chen trapped in the middle.

But at that instant, both of them felt a numbness spread through their bodies.

It was as if thunder was transmitted from the assassin between them. On the surface, nothing was visible, but golden electric arcs flowed through their bodies and bloodstreams, making them shudder uncontrollably.

It was the power of thunder.

Ordinary Awakeners usually prefer using thunder in the most explosive manner. However, Qing Chen liked to explore more meticulous methods, such as generating invisible thunder within his body to disrupt surveillance images through magnetic field changes, or at this moment, causing paralysis and stiffness to opponents in close combat.

Qing Chen laughed as he broke free from their grip and struck their necks.

In this battle, Qing Chen was becoming more adept at handling battles against those of the same level.

He had no desire to linger on the battlefield, and after using the Puppeteer to sacrifice the two B-Class bodies, he turned and left.

When he reopened the bar door, the thunder within his body surged and retreated rapidly back and forth more than ten times, forming a massive electromagnetic pulse all of a sudden, destroying all electronic components inside the bar.

With a few popping sounds, the bar was filled with the burnt smell of electronic components.

More than ten minutes later, dozens of off-road vehicles sped over.

Jindai Yunhe, draped in a thick black military cloak, walked into the bar with a cold expression.

He crouched down to inspect the injuries of all the Time Travelers, frowning: “Everywhere is brutally targeting joints and vital spots, doesn’t it resemble the handiwork of the Fire Pit and Spade?”

“Sir, besides the Fire Pit and Spade, the Federation has many masters skilled in joint techniques and close combat,” said an officer. “We are too far from the Fire Pit and Spade bases, it shouldn’t be them.”

“Even the Grand Elder of Fire Pit has run to the north, nothing is impossible,” Yunhe said coldly. “One of the Qieshe Yuyan had a grudge with Spade; previously that Qieshe Yuyan led a raid on the west Wilderness Hunter settlement, and Spade had already vowed to kill him.”

At this moment, a soldier ran out from the back of the bar: “Sir, all the appliances here were destroyed by an EMP bomb, nothing is visible in the surveillance.”

Yunhe sneered: “Check, check all the surrounding ten kilometers of surveillance, I don’t believe he can evade all surveillance!”

Half an hour later, someone came over with an LCD board showing a holographic image of a figure dressed in Wilderness Hunter attire, walking alone in the shadows of a long street.

Vaguely, Yunhe could even see the black totem on his face, mysterious and luxurious.

“Spades A?” Yunhe frowned. “He actually took action personally.”

At this moment, Yunhe felt a bit strange; one moment it was that mysterious master of Qing’s Family with the Earth Element, the next it was White Day, then it was Spade.

Why did it feel like the entire world was targeting the Jindai Consortium, and they all came to the 22nd city!

“Issue a bounty for Xu Linsen, reward 30 million for those who find clues!” Yunhe said coldly.