Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 63: 63. Find an opportunity to come out and play again

No one noticed what was happening in the security corridor, which seemed like a deep abyss that swallowed everything.

Outside the restaurant, the sound of solitary footsteps could be heard.

A young man dressed in a dark blue suit slowly walked into the Sunlight Pavillion Restaurant, his cuffs embroidered with a small white turbine pattern.

Uncle Li Dong had finished a whole portion of braised pork and was quietly watching the youth eating noodles with soybean paste.

From the young man’s perspective, he could see Uncle Li Dong’s face, but only Qing Chen’s back.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Uncle Li Dong gently raise his hand to stop him.

And smiling, he pointed at Qing Chen and said, “Let’s wait for him to finish eating before discussing anything.”

The young man paused for a moment and gave an unusual glance at the back of Qing Chen.

Because Qing Chen was facing away from him, he was unable to recognize his identity.

He was curious about what kind of person could make Uncle Li Dong wait so patiently.

Moreover, even though someone was waiting, Qing Chen continued to eat at his own pace.

As if he hadn’t heard the loud noise outside the window from Black Kite-01 or seen the dozen airships hovering around Eternal Building, not to mention the Strange bombs mounted on the airships.

These flying weapons hovered around.

Like small asteroids orbiting a star.

“I’m done eating,” Qing Chen wiped his mouth and put on his Cat Mask again, looking at his teacher.

Uncle Li Dong smiled toward the young man outside the door, “Chen Yehu from the Chen Clan? I heard you’ve been promoted to A-Class.”

“My rank isn’t important, right now we have no intention of starting a war with the Knights or the Heng Society, we just want to ask you to return to Prison Number 18… no need to cause a huge uproar,” Chen Yehu bowed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll sit here and chat for a bit and then leave, not making it hard for you,” Uncle Li Dong said smiling.

“That’s good, I won’t disturb you further, we’ll leave after you,” Chen Yehu left the Sunlight Pavillion Restaurant, as the tactical team downstairs began to stand down, while armed helicopters began to hover in place.

Even the helicopters turned off their searchlights, bringing the engine noise to the lowest possible level.

It seemed the matter just ended simply like that.

But it was actually not that simple.

Uncle Li Dong looked towards Qing Chen, “Once I step out from Prison Number 18, it will disturb the nerves of too many people, so you know why I did not come out, right?”

“Are they afraid of you?” Qing Chen asked.

Uncle Li Dong shook his head with a smile, “In this era, even stepping into Demigod does not make one invincible, they are not afraid of me, but of fire. Let’s go, home.”

“Alright,” Qing Chen followed Uncle Li Dong to the rooftop.

With the Cat Mask on, Qing Chen stood in the night wind atop Cloud top, taking another look at the galaxy in the city and the helicopters circling below his feet.

He knew that one day he would return.

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Chen Yehu stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, calmly watching the Black Samurai Hovercar disappear into the night.

He asked, “Has that combat team been found?”

Someone behind him replied, “Found them, all unconscious. According to my estimation, someone attacked them in the security corridor and then left unscathed.”

Chen Yehu chuckled, “This is telling us, the net we’re weaving is still not tight enough. Let’s retreat, go home to sleep.”

While the involved parties went home to sleep, those whose nights had been disturbed simply couldn’t sleep.

Who knows how many people entered remote teleconference rooms in the middle of the night, or how many analytical reports were made.

The networks were transmitting this important news, and the media began to report it feverishly.

Some analyzed, the person who met with Uncle Li Dong is unknown, possibly a representative of an external power.

Some analysts claim that with the recent frequency of transmigrator incidents causing turmoil in the Outer World, Uncle Li Dong has once again entered everyone’s field of vision, planning something new.

Tonight, it might cause an unpredictable impact on the entire Federation.

Most people actually lean towards the first guess: Uncle Li Dong stepped out of prison after eight years specifically to meet someone important and discuss a very important matter.

Although no one knows who this person wearing the Cat Mask is, they must be extremely important.

Based on physique, could it be Qing Xun or Rama from the Qing’s Family? Lee Jungjae from the Deer Island Financial Group? Or perhaps Jindai Imada from the Jindai Consortium?

It’s uncertain.

However, what they don’t know is that Uncle Li Dong, upon leaving the No. 18 prison, was simply sitting, watching armed helicopters and artillery aimed at him.

And it was merely to show Qing Chen a view.

Just as he himself said, if others have seen a view, his student should see it too.

That’s all.

And the reason he ate braised pork was simply because he wanted to eat braised pork.

On the way back, sitting in the soft seat of the hover car, Uncle Li Dong asked him, “Do you know why I had you wear the mask?”

“Because you don’t want the outside world to know I’m connected to you,” Qing Chen replied.

Uncle Li Dong then asked, “Do you know why I’ve taken you as my student, yet hesitate to admit it? Does it feel somewhat unfair to you?”

“Not at all,” Qing Chen calmly shook his head: “You know it’s hard to remove the shackles on yourself, so you worry those shackles will also bind me. Thank you, Teacher.”

“You’ve always been very intelligent, with limitless potential,” Uncle Li Dong praised: “And of course, that is why I think you shouldn’t have to carry any burdens as you enter this battlefield.”

Uncle Li Dong thought, as a teacher, his role was never to tie his students to fight alongside him.

But to accompany Qing Chen for a while, then watch how far he could go on his own.

Qing Chen did not continue this conversation but suddenly asked, “Will we have another chance to come out in the future?”

Uncle Li Dong, curious, asked, “Do you still want to come out and play?”

“Yes,” Qing Chen nodded, “because I may need to race against time, or perhaps against other Time Travelers.”

“Then let’s find another opportunity to come out and play in a few days,” Uncle Li Dong said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned by tonight’s spectacle.

This middle-aged man seemed never to have been afraid of anything.

At the moment, it was only 3 a.m., and he had just traveled back three hours ago.

But Qing Chen felt these were probably the most exhilarating three hours of his seventeen years of life.

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Meanwhile, Zheng Yuandong quietly arrived at the mercenary bar in City No. 18, where Lu Yuan had been waiting early.

Zheng Yuandong asked, “You saw the news, right?”

Lu Yuan said, “I did, boss. I think we should still try to contact Liu Dezhu again. Uncle Li Dong is too important a figure in the Inner World for us to ignore, even if you dislike Liu Dezhu, we must consider that right now he is the closest person to Uncle Li Dong.”

Zheng Yuandong still shook his head: “I trust my instincts, and they’re growing stronger. You have to understand, Lu Yuan, a person like Uncle Li Dong would never be interested in someone like Liu Dezhu. There must be a third Time Traveler in prison No. 18.”

“So, what do we do?” Lu Yuan asked helplessly.

“Find him.”

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