Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1421: Chapter 777: Birthday Wishes for Qing Chen

Qing Chen pulled the tie from his neck in response to the questioning, continuing to eat his cake with composed calmness.

Ke Rouli’s face turned livid: “If so many achievements can be wiped out by a single accusation, then I can say that one of you has been possessed by the Jindai Consortium.”

The middle-aged man responded calmly: “None of us have been taken to the A02 secret military base; from the timing and conditions, he indeed has the possibility of being possessed, otherwise how do we explain Qing Mu going mad while he remains fine? And how do we explain the sudden arrival of three Jindai experts here the day before he was nominated to become the chairman of the board?”

“Only if Qing Chen can prove he’s not possessed does he qualify to become the chairman of the board, otherwise we’re handing the Qing’s Family on a silver platter to Jindai!”

Ke Rouli pursed her lips, silent not because she lacked debating skills, but because this matter was too far-reaching and too fatal; she couldn’t think of a way to wash away the mud slung on Qing Chen.

Neuronal docking possession, if Qing Mu were awakened, there might still be a chance to prove innocence.

Because the possessor cannot inherit memories, the awakened Qing Mu only needs to verify some of his past secrets within Qing’s Family to clear some suspicions.

For instance, what someone once told him, or certain top-secret information at some secret meeting.

But the problem is that Qing Chen has no foundation within Qing’s Family, he himself seemingly popped up from nowhere in the Inner World, and he has no opportunity to verify his identity.

The opponents are exactly certain that Qing Chen cannot prove himself, so they brought up the possession matter as the most lethal attack at this critical moment.

These people have conducted extensive research on Qing Chen, or rather, they’ve long considered him the greatest imagined enemy.

“Qing Chen, do you intend to keep on eating, staying silent?” someone asked loudly.

Qing Chen glanced over: “How do you want me to prove it?”

As soon as those words fell, footsteps were heard from outside the banquet hall.

The banquet guests had all arrived, yet uninvited guests continued to appear.

The mute servant pushed open the door, revealing Qing Yixiao squinting as he walked in: “How can there be my master’s birthday without my attendance? Master, master, why didn’t you notify me? I only got the news yesterday and rushed over from City No. 10 on the floating airship, came late!”

Everyone looked at this troublemaker, Qing Yi had a highly sensitive identity; behind him was his father Qing Kun, who not only held 40% of Qing’s Family’s energy and 21% of military production, but also commanded a field division.

The various factions within Qing’s Family are distinctly separated, but in most situations, those with resources don’t have armies, and those with armies don’t have resources, creating a balance.

Only rare figures like Qing Kun hold both military and resources, allowing them to have significant influence within Qing’s Family.

Therefore, Qing Kun’s only son, Qing Yi, is deemed top-level core lineage within the consortium, distinctly different from the aristocratic sons.

Qing Yi walked into the banquet hall, followed by eight people, each carrying a box.

The young man reached the outskirts of the crowd, where everyone quickly made a path for him.

A few young men, displeased with Qing Yi, or under orders, blocked his way.

Yet Qing Yi stood before them, sneering coldly: “Get lost, or I will leave you dead in the wilderness tonight.”

Everyone’s expressions changed, at a family banquet, the killing intent of a junior was so intense?

Qing Yi surveyed the surroundings: “Have you forgotten who my father is?”

Everyone recalled the infamous Qing Kun, suddenly realizing that if Qing Yi truly threatened anyone, the Faceless Army under Qing Kun might indeed act.

Not for any reason, just to protect his son’s face!

A middle-aged man sneered: “Just relying on your father.”

Qing Yi glanced sideways: “A son relying on his father is only natural; what, don’t you have a dad? Before I settle accounts with you, all of you get out of my way.”

In the crowd, after a few exchanged looks, they cleared a path.

Someone asked: “Did your father know about you coming here at this time?”

Qing Yi sneered: “The floating airship that brought me here was sent by him to City No. 10, do you think he knows? Tonight, every word I say can represent him.”

This means that the Qing Kun faction is publicly siding.

Strangely enough, despite Qing Yi being only 14 years old, Qing Kun is willing to let him be the decision maker.

It’s rare to see a father this indulgent to his son.

The crowd began to fall silent, only Qing Chen smiled and greeted: “Why are you here, weren’t you supposed to be managing the information system in City No. 10, hungry, come have a bite.”

Qing Yi approached Qing Chen, accepted the treats from his master with a smile, and said: “Master, Li Ke just found out about your birthday, so he couldn’t make it; he asked me to convey his blessings, wishing you an early promotion to Demigod, slaying all foes.”

Many people in the banquet hall suddenly held their breath.

Everyone knows that Qing Chen is already A-Class, and should he step into the Demigod threshold, all would once again recall the days suppressed by the Shadow.

A Demigod can ignore many rules, just as Chen Yu does within Chen Clan.

“You’re improvising, aren’t you; Li Ke wouldn’t speak with such killing intent,” Qing Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

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