Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 460: 311, hold a bowl of water steady

“Search for orders with more than 7 of the same meal,” Qing Chen said.

Luo Wanya and the others were captives, and while colleagues ordering food for themselves would choose according to their personal tastes, would guards consider the taste preferences of those under house arrest? Of course not, they would simply order the same dishes for several people without considering individual preferences.

Yi said, “After filtering out 121,991 search results, there are still 14,831 orders left. It would actually be easier to find if you mentioned what he specifically ate.”

Qing Chen replied, “Luo Wanya said that he mostly eats synthetic protein meat and corn every day. Refine the search results again.”

“6,831 orders,” Yi said. “This is a common food choice for the working class in the Inner World. It’s not very distinctive. The person buying this kind of food probably did so to avoid leaving any clues.”

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“Still so many,” Qing Chen pondered and then said, “Out of these 6,831 orders, how many were takeaways?”

If the other party was a professional spy, they would likely not choose home delivery, even if it was done by drone.

Yi: “There aren’t many that were packed and taken away on the spot; humans nowadays prefer home delivery. After filtering, there are 183 orders left. These orders are from 12 restaurants, one of which has generated 124 similar orders within a month. This restaurant is in the Fourth District, within three kilometers of a Mitsui Shopping Mall.”

“If nothing goes wrong, we should have found them,” Qing Chen thought aloud, “but we still need to verify it in person.”

“Are we going there now?” Yi asked curiously.

“No,” Qing Chen shook his head, “Let Luo Wanya suffer a little longer so that he doesn’t think freedom comes too easily. Moreover, I need to give him some time to get some information out of the spy. I hope he doesn’t disappoint me… Let the bullet fly for a while.”

“Those who play tactics have dirty hearts,” Yi remarked.

In fact, there was another direction to this screening: the possibility that the spies really cooked the food themselves for the Time Travelers.

But the principle of the screening was the same. If the takeout orders did not reveal the person, Qing Chen would then search through the records of food ingredient purchases.

A person living in society will inevitably leave their own traces, not to mention a group of 14 people?

The spies could also scatter, buying two portions per person, which indeed would make them harder to locate.

But Qing Chen wasn’t their only enemy; Li Changqing was looking for these spies all over the world. Before their actual operation, they would try their best to stay hidden.

“Where to now?” Yi inquired.

“To the Unfallen Club to meet Li Dongze,” Qing Chen sighed, saying, “You need to keep things balanced, right?”

Truthfully, he never imagined that one day he would be dealing with such matters.

When Qing Chen arrived at the Unfallen Club, the security at the door didn’t stop him but let him in directly.

What was odd was that the club, which should have been bustling, was unexpectedly quiet inside.

Walking inside, Qing Chen observed the high-tech decor, where a man dressed in a black coat, looking well-dressed, was sitting next to the bar, lifting a glass filled with amber-colored liquor.

Li Dongze.

“Would you like a drink, little boss,” Li Dongze asked with a smile, “Whisky, brandy, tequila, spirits, beer, we have it all here. All are brewed by Heng Society, exported to all cities of the Federation.”

Qing Chen thought to himself, you might as well say you’ve been brewing fake liquor secretly…

Li Dongze continued with a smile, “Although we don’t have the Federation’s approval procedures, rest assured, little boss, Heng Society’s underground brewing techniques are very mature. We just don’t pay taxes, so it’s cheaper.”

“I don’t drink alcohol… As I recall, this should be our second meeting, right?” Qing Chen asked.

“You’ve seen me before?” Li Dongze inquired.

Qing Chen nodded. “At the Begonia Boxing Gym’s boxing match, you were standing in the crowd. It must have been your master who called you.”

Li Dongze was taken aback; he hadn’t expected that despite standing in the crowd and wearing a cap, the young man before him would recognize him.

After thinking for a moment, Li Dongze said, “Little boss, all the surveillance and recording equipment has been removed from the Unfallen Club; you can reveal your true appearance now.”

As he spoke, Li Dongze watched Qing Chen manipulate the Taboo object ACE-005 and quickly reverted to his own appearance.

“You bought this place?” Qing Chen asked curiously.

“I bought all the shares of the Unfallen Club from the bosses of He Sheng Society and Red Star Society,” Li Dongze replied.

“How much did it cost?” Qing Chen asked.

“Allowing them to continue living was enough,” Li Dongze said earnestly.

Only then did the underworld ruler of the 18th City display the temperament that one would expect of him.

After a moment of calm, Li Dongze asked, “Little boss, how is the Outer World’s Li Dongze doing now?”

Qing Chen answered, “He was intrigued by the idea of replacing you, so I directly injected him with the Genetic Potion and had another organization in the Outer World take him in. As long as you don’t inject FDE-005 Genetic Potion here in the Inner World, he will never be able to replace you again in his life.”

“Thank you,” Li Dongze hesitated before saying, “Little boss, you didn’t do anything to him, right, like taking some strange photos of him?”

Qing Chen was both amused and exasperated, realizing that this guy was worried about him using the Outer World’s Li Dongze to take some embarrassing photos to humiliate him.

“No, I wouldn’t do something like that,” Qing Chen replied.

“Little boss, you’re more upright, after all,” Li Dongze exclaimed. “If it had been Lin Xiaoxiao and Su Xingzhi, they would definitely have done so. By the way, let’s take a photo together.”

As he said this, Li Dongze took out his phone, stood next to Qing Chen, and took a selfie with his arm extended.

Qing Chen was puzzled. “Do we need to keep a photo as a memento?”

“It’s not really for remembrance,” Li Dongze said, looking down at his phone.

So, Qing Chen simply watched as the Heng Society’s notoriously reserved boss sent the selfie they just took to the contact ‘Su Xingzhi’ on his phone.

Qing Chen was baffled by the extent of their competitive spirit. Was all this just for that? He had thought that Li Dongze wanted to verify his identity!

Seriously, Li Dongze said to Qing Chen, “Little boss, don’t believe a word Su Xingzhi says; that man never speaks the truth.”

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A chapter of five thousand words, another one at 11 p.m.

Tonight, the art of naming the night will also reach one million words!