Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 932: 574, New World

City 5, Ginkgo Manor.

In the dim cottage on the mountainside.

This time, the old man was no longer quietly sitting but had placed a Go board in front of him, sometimes placing stones, sometimes lost in thought.

“Nineteen lines, a thousand ancient games without repetition,” the old man said, “History seems the same, appearing to spiral upward, yet always different.”

Shadow found a cushion behind him and sat down leisurely: “You want to lament that Qing Chen, you, and I are all different.”

“Why didn’t you bring him back?” the old man asked.

This elderly man named Qing Xun didn’t know how long he had been sitting here.

Decades ago, he defeated seven Shadows to claim his current position, and from that year onward, the only thing he needed to do was play Go.

Engaging in endless battles and endgames on a board named Federation with players from across the world.

The board seemed complicated, but seldom did unexpected things happen, yet this year, something did.

At this moment, Shadow smiled mischievously: “Since you have someone in the Northern Fleet Group, naturally you should know that it wasn’t me who didn’t want to bring Qing Chen; rather, he figured out a way to slip out from everyone’s sight.”

The old man sighed: “Steam train.”

Shadow said: “You should have calculated that the steam train would stop there, and you should have calculated that this Taboo could help Qing Chen break free, but you certainly didn’t expect him to take away so many people with just a Gold Coin.”

In the old man’s calculations, there was a strange variable, which was a Taboo from the Forbidden Sea Coast called “Power.”

This tail ring didn’t even have a serial number.

“So, in your plan, even immortals couldn’t take away so many people at A02 base behind Jindai lines. You wanted Qing Chen to witness the death of those Qing intelligence personnel personally, thereby marking down hatred towards Jindai,” Shadow said, “Since there is hatred, and the object of hatred is an entity like the Jindai Consortium, for revenge, he would naturally leverage the Qing’s Family power; he’s a clever man, so he would definitely return here.”

The old man said nothing.

Shadow continued: “But now he’s saved everyone, he didn’t plan to return here, instead he quietly hid. I think he might have guessed something, for example, he guessed that being taken to A02 was your doing because he figured out Zheng Xiang, namely the identity of that Zard. So he not only hid from Jindai but also from you, then concealed himself in an inconspicuous place, quietly developing his own power.”

The old man still said nothing.

Shadow said: “When he reappears, I’m afraid the force he commands will even make you cautious. This time, he’s definitely not targeting a particular consortium but standing on the opposing side of the Federation, which includes you.”

The old man chuckled softly at this moment: “Xiao Zhun, you’re mistaken.”

“Hm?” Shadow’s eyes slightly shifted.

The old man said calmly: “Not to mention whether he could truly lie low and develop his own strength, even if he could, why should I fear? You and I are but dust of history, he is the future of Qing’s Family. In the face of unprecedented changes, we must learn to accept and not resist this era.”

Shadow was silent for a long time: “Do you know where he is now?”

“The Federation is so vast, I can’t possibly watch every corner, but in this world, when you want to find an average person, it’s difficult; finding a smart person is easy,” the old man said calmly, “When he gains momentum, he will naturally appear. Pay attention to the mutations within the Federation, wherever new things occur, he will be there.”

Shadow rose and said: “You just don’t want me to help him kill Jindai Yunhe, acting mysterious for no reason. I don’t believe you don’t know that he’s broken Jindai Yunhe’s arm again.”

The old man said calmly: “Xiao Zhun, this person needs to be killed by him.”

“Understood, I didn’t plan to help him either,” Shadow waved his hand: “By the way…Do you think he could start from scratch and possess the power to shift the Federation?”

The old man paused his hand placing the stone: “Unknown.”

…

…

City 22, Ninth District.

8 Red Scarf squads, each squad with 18 members, led by one C-Class taking 17 D-Class along.

They scattered into the night.

In the command center, screens projected the recorders worn on the chest of every C-Class expert, allowing the command center to oversee the situation.

Luo Wanya and Zhang Qinghuan remained in the command center, Zhang Qinghuan glanced at the books spread open on the table, one being “Federation Modern History.”

Zhang Qinghuan asked: “Are you studying?”

“Mm,” Luo Wanya nodded: “The things the parent is doing are getting bigger, if I don’t study, I can’t keep up with his pace.”

“Then why study history instead of management?” Zhang Qinghuan asked.

Luo Wanya glanced at him: “Management teaches how to manage enterprises, but the parent’s goal is not merely to manage enterprises; he needs to learn from history.”

Zhang Qinghuan remarked: “Lao Luo, you are almost fifty years old and still so diligent? Admirable.”

Luo Wanya changed the subject: “By the way, I heard you were assassinated today? Someone saved you?”

“Yes,” Zhang Qinghuan said: “It was premeditated, I suspect it was planned by Xu Xiaosen and Jiang Mubei.”

“Hm?” Luo Wanya paused: “Why would you say that? Xiao Qi has interrogated, and the two assassins were the lowest level assassins of the Dragon Pattern Gang.”

Zhang Qinghuan chuckled: “Did you forget Xu Xiaosen and Jiang XiaoBei are Genetic Warriors? As Genetic Warriors joining the art society willingly starting from the bottom, do you think normal Genetic Warriors would?”

Zhang Qinghuan: “After they joined, they achieved a lot in our first action; they obviously wanted to quickly penetrate our core for urgent recognition. So I immediately said they were too reckless, denying their merit. Don’t worry, I will help you keep an eye on people with ulterior motives.”

Zhang Qinghuan: “This time, they pretended to save my life, capturing a Dragon Pattern Gang assassin, trying to make me grateful, but I won’t. I felt they had ulterior motives during the interview, and there’s Gao Yang; I already said he’s certainly from another gang, but you still keep him by your side.”

Luo Wanya opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything for a while, until finally spouting a few words: “Great wisdom appears foolish.”

Zhang Qinghuan smiled confidently: “Those people still think I’m stupid, but I saw through them long ago.”

Although the process was somewhat different, Luo Wanya knew those Spade bigwigs were indeed striving to connect with the core of the art society’s power…

However, all of Spade’s efforts were thwarted by Zhang Qinghuan.

To be honest, at this moment Luo Wanya was somewhat unsure if Zhang Qinghuan was truly smart or just pretentiously so.

But the key is, won’t this keep the boss excluded from the core circle…?

Moreover, the boss’s current goal is to unite with Spade, and let Spade truly experience how important what the Parents’ Meeting is doing now really is.

Then, allow many of Spade’s experts to become the force that aids the Parents’ Meeting in occupying all lower districts of the cities.

The current Parents’ Meeting can only have one C-Class lead a small team to attack other societies.

If Spade can integrate, wouldn’t it become an A-Class or B-Class leading a small team at that time?

Wouldn’t this be trampling all other societies to the ground?

Luo Wanya looked at Zhang Qinghuan, pondering how to let him ease up and quickly allow Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei to integrate…

Just then, Xiao Qi’s voice sounded in the command room: “Arrived.”

Soon after, other captains also said sequentially: “Arrived.”

“Arrived.”

“Arrived.”

Eight teams, wearing button-style communication devices, arrived before eight residential buildings, with two owners standing beside each to lead the way.

They waited quietly.

Once Luo Wanya confirmed all teams had arrived, he softly said: “Wait for your triumphant return, unify the mountains and rivers, commence action.”

In the next moment, Xiao Qi made a tactical gesture, allowing seventeen team members behind him to storm into the residential building, quickly reaching the ninth floor under the owner’s guidance.

As for himself, he held a dagger in his mouth, climbing rapidly along the ledge outside the building.

Teams had just reached the stairs when two society members standing guard on the stairs were alarmed.

“You guys…”

The society members had just started asking when Xiao Qi appeared behind them like a ghost, gently pinching their carotid arteries, causing them both to faint.

Xiao Qi whispered, “Move quickly.”

From the start, Xiao Qi and his team had learned the entire internal structure of the building with the owners’ help and knew where people were guarding.

The most important thing in military warfare is the strategic map; only by knowing where the enemy troops are deployed can you precisely and effectively strike.

The reason Qing Chen wants the Parents’ Meeting to launch a people’s war is to make those societies disintegrate, then naturally someone will help them figure out those societies’ defense measures and firepower deployments.

Not just that.

These lower district tenants are the cornerstone for the operation and maintenance of the city’s entire infrastructure; if one day the Parents’ Meeting wants to act on the entire city, these tenants can also help mark detailed situations inside most buildings.

This is more efficient than exploring each by oneself.

At this time, Xiao Qi had already reached the ninth floor, which was the base camp of the “Live Long and Prosper” society.

Just entering the ninth floor, they heard a woman’s muffled sobbing.

Two society members patrolling in the corridor saw Xiao Qi and were about to raise their gun barrels, yet before they could unlock their guns, Xiao Qi had already cold-facedly approached them, landing two punches on their abdomens.

“Knock them all down,” Xiao Qi said coldly.

He walked alone toward the front, as the team members behind him rushed into each room; instantly, continuous wailing echoed through the ninth floor, like purgatory.

Xiao Qi walked to the end of the corridor, opened a door, and saw the society boss Liu Bing pressing a young woman beneath him, tearing at her clothes.

“Who the hell are you?” Liu Bing asked.

Xiao Qi came beside him: “Your wild dad.”

Liu Bing got up and swung a punch, but the seemingly powerful punch was tightly gripped in Xiao Qi’s palm.

Xiao Qi slowly said, “Every time I see scum like you, I can’t help but marvel at the parent’s ambition, truly hope he gains the power to change this world soon.”

As he spoke, he grasped Liu Bing’s fist, while his right hand drew a dagger from his waist, thrusting it fiercely into Liu Bing’s spleen.

Then, he watched Liu Bing’s eyes gradually lose focus and sink slowly to his knees before him.

In this operation, all societies’ primary targets must be killed, whereas the remaining individuals must accept labor reform—sewing machines, assembling electronic components, folding paper boxes—in buildings controlled by the Parents’ Meeting.

Someday in the future, they will hand these scum over to the New World’s judicial system.

New World.

This is the true goal of the Parents’ Meeting.

Every time he thought of these three words, Xiao Qi felt his blood boil; he squatted and took off his coat, covering it on the girl: “It’s okay.”

With that said, Xiao Qi turned and walked out of the room, standing in the corridor to confirm all team members were all safe and that this society’s members were completely subdued.

He spoke in the communication channel: “Mountains and rivers intact.”