Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 949: 586, Return_2

Qing Chen was silent for a moment, “I’m not going to shy away from this question. You’re right, they were just ordinary people who had no designs on power—I’m the one who got them killed. If it was a group of greedy people, I wouldn’t feel guilt, but facing these people, I do feel guilty.”

“Why not just apologize with your life? Would you die with me?” Jindai Yunhe laughed hysterically, “Otherwise, how do you earn their forgiveness? Just by saying a simple ‘sorry’?”

Qing Chen calmly responded, “No need to waste effort. I’m not that pretentious. I will do what I can, change what I can, and then look forward.”

“Hypocrite,” Jindai Yunhe said, “But don’t worry, your identity has been exposed now. You’ll definitely be relentlessly hunted by the Jindai Consortium, because that Family Head truly cares for Jindai Yasuhito, his son. And if he doesn’t kill you, the consortium’s reputation will suffer.”

Jindai Yunhe added, “When you return to the PCA Intelligence Agency Office, you might suddenly find a bomb hidden somewhere, and ‘boom’—you’re blown to bits. Or when you accept an invitation to someone’s banquet, you might unknowingly drink a cup of poison there. There are countless poisons that can kill an A-Class Superhuman.”

Qing Chen laughed, “No need for your reminders.”

Jindai Yunhe had one thing right; although Qing Chen’s revenge this time was vindictive, even taking away the Ten Eunuch, the consequences were severe: Daytime will certainly face the frenzied retaliation of a behemoth.

From then on, every Daytime Member will need to be more cautious.

Qing Chen must devise a new strategy for Daytime.

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After burying the remains from the production base, Yang Yang took the two back to the hideout cave they once used.

Zhang Mengchan and Yang Yang wanted to help dig graves, but Qing Chen declined.

He personally buried the bones ravaged by wolves, and carved tombstones for each.

Zhang Mengchan looked at his boss curiously, “Boss, let me help dig.”

Qing Chen shook his head, “Digging it yourself makes the memory more profound, Mengchan. In life, people will inevitably make mistakes, but it’s essential for those mistakes to help us become better people. Remember that.”

“I remember,” Zhang Mengchan nodded.

Qing Chen said, “Go help your Aunt Yang Yang start a fire and cook; tonight, I will teach you how to cultivate and give you empowerment.”

Zhang Mengchan suddenly asked, “Boss, is it Lao Luo’s precept method they practiced?”

“Yes,” Qing Chen nodded.

Zhang Mengchan stood by the grave Qing Chen dug, hesitating for a long time, “Can I choose not to learn it?”

Qing Chen looked up at him, “The other path you cannot take.”

Zhang Mengchan stubbornly said, “Then I’d rather not take any other path.”

Qing Chen shook his head, “Suit yourself.”

“Alright,” Zhang Mengchan ran off into the sunset.

Qing Chen collected all the bones into the grave and then sat nearby, engraving tombstones with the names of the entire crew in the sunset.

Jindai Yunhe lay not far away on the cold ground and suddenly said, “Next, should you kill me?”

Qing Chen nodded, “Yes.”

Jindai Yunhe was silent for a moment, and then exhaled deeply, “This time, I don’t want to waste effort trying to counter-kill you. Killing you wouldn’t solve that girl. Honestly, Force Field Awakeners often end up isolated. Someday, their world only contains force fields, and doesn’t see the person anymore. To them, people aren’t people, just force fields. Are you prepared for that?”

Qing Chen paused his engraving and looked at Jindai Yunhe, “At this moment, and you’re still thinking of being hurtful?”

“It’s not to hurt, just stating facts,” Jindai Yunhe said calmly, his face with two bloody holes looking terrifying, “My mother was a servant in the Jindai Consortium, signed a 999-year labor contract—who knows why it’s so long. Jindai Jingyan raped her and then had me. Although I bear the Jindai name, wherever I go, I’m considered inferior.”

Qing Chen replied, “I’m not very interested in your background.”

Jindai Yunhe continued, “Later, I volunteered to join the Federal Group’s army, hoping to make something of myself. I trained desperately, rushing to be at the forefront in small-scale wars, killing the most wild men, and sending my salary to my mother. I desperately flattered my boss. He liked cherries, so I took troops to the wilderness to pick them for him. He found the camp lacking women, so I went to capture wild women, cleaned them, and brought them to his bed. I massaged his legs, kneaded his shoulders, washed his feet, pretending to be obedient. One day, someone called me saying my mother hanged herself at home. When I got home, I saw she hadn’t spent a cent of the salary I sent her, then I awakened… Isn’t it strange?”

Jindai Yunhe said, “I was lucky too. I awakened directly to B-Class. Returning to army headquarters, I rose swiftly, later learning it was Jindai Yasuhito promoting me. During a military exercise, I killed my superior, then awakened again to A-Class… Life is ironic.”

Jindai Yunhe felt the sunset on his skin, “It’s evening now, isn’t it? Sometimes I’m unsure what my life was really for. When I first joined the army, I longed to become a high-ranking officer. But later I discovered even reaching A-Class, I had to continue pretending not to know Jindai Jingyan was my father, nor acknowledge what he did to my mother.”

Qing Chen asked, “Why tell me this?”

Jindai Yunhe said, “It’s more like speaking to myself.”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “It’s precisely those experiences that predestined your combat instincts to be stronger than theirs.”

“What’s the use,” Jindai Yunhe sighed, “come on, I’ve said all I needed. Make your move.”

Qing Chen raised the black sniper from a distance without any hesitation.

Jindai Yunhe smirked bitterly, “So cautious… Makes me think you’ll reach the pinnacle someday. Only people like you deserve it.”

Despite saying so much, it’s unclear whether he hoped Qing Chen would relax his guard or he was uttering his final words.

But it doesn’t matter. Qing Chen wouldn’t give him another chance.

Qing Chen shook his head, “Sorry, I’m not interested in such power, I just want to change some things.”

Boom!

Qing Chen pulled the trigger, piercing Jindai Yunhe’s heart.

The sun sank into the distant mountains, the winter red clouds still burned the sky.

An eagle soared overhead, Qing Chen was willing to call Jindai Yunhe a hero, but this hero’s life had ended.

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At midnight, on the long street of City 10, Qing Chen strolled by holding a bouquet of lilies.

He arrived at a residential building in the Sixth District and stopped before a door.

Qing Chen placed the flowers in the hallway and left five gold bars.

He knocked lightly on the door, then turned away.

This was Zhang Wenqi’s mother’s address.

Zhang Wenqi was the Qing’s Family intelligence personnel Qing Chen met on the floating airship while being transported to the A02 base. He first tried to destroy the power cabin but was later brutally tortured by Jindai soldiers.

At last, fearing endless interrogation, he shot himself.

Back then, Qing Chen asked Zhang Wenqi if he had any regrets in life.

Zhang Wenqi said perhaps because he was too young, he hadn’t yet had time to accumulate regrets.

But Zhang Wenqi had a dying wish, for Qing Chen to offer a bouquet of flowers to his mother.

Inside, a middle-aged woman was lying on the bed in a daze. She heard knocking and, as if possessed, ran to the door.

However, the silent corridor was already empty.

She looked down at the pure lilies and gold bars on the ground, covering her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.

At that moment, she seemed to feel a gentle breeze pass by her side and blow into the house.

She turned to look at the fluttering curtains, thinking it was her son returning.

Downstairs, Qing Chen looked at the time.

Zero.

The world plunged into darkness.