Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1554: Chapter 840: Zhong Yu and Qing Chen’s Vision of Ruling the World Together_2

There’s no denying it, with Taboo ACE-005 Da Fu around, the veins on Qing Chen’s forehead could win an Oscar for Best Actor.

He walked towards the dormitory area, only to hear Black say to Blue Mountain, “Young Master, we might not be able to help you level up for a while. We were just ambushed by the guild at the entrance to the 8th Multidimensional World…”

No need to say more; the outcome is inevitable: The Crimson Blood Team gathered in the Superconductor World and got wiped out by Qing Chen in seconds…

Black had spent over a year painstakingly leveling up to B-Class, only to have to start over again.

When mentioning the White Light Person, Black’s face showed a hint of ferocity: “He will pay the price eventually, if he ever appears in front of me…”

Qing Chen thought, isn’t this too convenient…

Blue Mountain found it boring, left Black and the others to manage the airship, and went back to his room to log into the Superconductor World.

Outside the command room, Yellow looked at Black and asked, “Big Brother, what do we do now? He actually followed us.”

Black pondered for a moment: “The person in charge at the next outpost was once my comrade. During the allocation of units, I’ll think of a way to have him transferred to the army divisions.”

Yellow’s eyes lit up.

The army divisions are always cannon fodder; entering the Taboo Forest is a life-or-death situation.

The air force flies directly to the battle location and conducts aerial assaults before landing.

The army, however, has to traverse the Taboo Forest, facing dangers on a completely different level.

And most importantly, it keeps that ‘Housekeeper’ far away from them.

Black sneered, “Initially, I thought of sparing his life. Now it seems, he needs to understand the stronghold our Crimson Blood Team has within the army. There are many ways to kill on the battlefield without taking action ourselves.”

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Qing Chen, carrying his backpack, reached the lower deck of the airship and was hit by a pungent smell as he opened the hatch.

The airship had just taken off, and it wasn’t meal time, so the slaves were idly chatting and playing cards.

As he entered, all the slaves, who were busy chatting and scratching their feet, fell silent, not daring to speak.

These slaves, spread across the various industries of the Kennedy Marquis, had all heard rumors of how twisted this ‘Housekeeper’ was.

What they didn’t understand was why this high-and-mighty Housekeeper was visiting the slaves’ quarters.

Soon, a slave from the Kennedy Manor whispered to the others: “He’s been cast into the Cold Palace, out of favor, but you’d better not provoke him. He’s a C-Class Expert…”

Qing Chen casually tossed his backpack onto the bed nearest to the entrance, then with a sinister smile, took a whip from his bag.

He flicked his wrist in the air with a snap.

With a loud crack, the whip made a thunderous sound in the air.

The slaves became somewhat fearful; was this guy really as twisted as the rumors said, bringing a whip even on an expedition…

Qing Chen solidified his persona firmly.

The slaves didn’t dare breathe too loudly, afraid that the ‘Housekeeper’ would vent his frustrations on them after being cast aside.

With a cold voice, Qing Chen said: “Now, all of you go to the disinfection room, use deodorant and sanitizer, and clean your dormitory. If I see anyone littering again, you’ll get ten lashes first.”

The slaves hurriedly rushed to queue for ‘bathing’, except for one Asian who stayed back, approaching Qing Chen and saying, “Housekeeper, I’m Ethan. I’ve heard about your situation, and you don’t have to endure this. If you’d like, I can help find a solution.”

Qing Chen lay on the bed, glanced at him, and said, “Do three hundred squats first!”

Ethan: “…”

After doing three hundred squats, Ethan was almost gone, wobbling as he left.

Qing Chen went out to the toilet, and when he returned, there was a note under his pillow: “Just tell us the battle plan, and we can help you kill the Crimson Blood Team.”

Qing Chen frowned as he crumpled the note into bits.

He roughly guessed who these people were… the Resistance!

The other side assumed he harbored resentment after being relegated to the Cold Palace, so they sent someone to try to turn him, using the temptation of killing Black and the others to extract military intelligence.

As long as the ‘Housekeeper’ fell for it once, regardless of whether the Crimson Blood Team survived, the Resistance would then have leverage over him, forcing him to serve them.

Things were getting interesting, with the Resistance, Arbiter, Crimson Blood Team, and Giant Dynasty all intertwined in this war on the West Continent.

Among the four Dukes, only Duke of Phoenix’s forces remained unmoved, while the forces under the Silver City Duke, Duke of Blackwater, and Duke of Storm City were fully mobilized.

By the way, Qing Chen had yet to meet the Drama Master from the Roosevelt Family.

It was an exceptionally mysterious figure, said to be able to befriend destiny itself.

He put on the Virtual Glasses but didn’t immediately enter the Superconductor World. Instead, he closed his eyes and waited silently, only logging in after an hour had passed.

Here, it was unknown how many eyes were watching him. Logging in immediately after putting on the glasses and having White Light Person appear online instantly would be foolish.

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At Black Water City Airport, Zhong Yu arrived carrying his bag, ready to assemble.

The soldier responsible for the lockdown checked his identity: “Marquis Morton’s man? H61 zone, the civilian airship you’re heading to is there.”

“Thank you,” Zhong Yu responded politely, now looking every bit like an ordinary person.

Or rather, like a leopard camouflaging before a hunt.

He knew when to lie low, although he often couldn’t resist getting his hands dirty, with an artistic urge to create art with blood.

At this moment, Zhong Yu actually hoped to see something new; his creative urge wasn’t that strong, and he could restrain himself.

Carrying his bag and humming a tune, he seemed to be on vacation, unlike the tense soldiers around him.

Upon reaching the H61 zone, an officer looked at him and said, “Reese! Why are you so late? Get over here!”

Zhong Yu knew he was being called. He raised an eyebrow, thinking how long it had been since someone dared speak to him like that? He was still irritated from being instantly taken down by White Light Person, initially planning to attack the cathedral only to nearly be ambushed by the Drama Master.

Still suppressing his fury, his anger was rekindled just like that.

Zhong Yu’s expression changed slightly, but he eventually laughed it off, pretending nothing happened.

If he acted now, he’d be stuck walking to see what the Giant Dynasty looked like. Why walk when the airship was so comfortable?

Zhong Yu had already set his sights on the Giant Dynasty, thinking of them as chaotic and evil, even rumored to eat human children alive. They seemed to be his destined subordinates.

He even set a bizarre and crude battle plan for himself: Unite with White Light Person, rule the Giant Dynasty, and launch a counterattack on the Roosevelt Kingdom!

This plan was completely lacking in detail, relying entirely on imagination.

Zhong Yu boarded the airship, with the officer giving him a dismissive glance, then pinching him on the butt: “Don’t put on that sour face. If I could get you out of slave status to a freeman, I can make you a citizen this time. Behave.”

Zhong Yu was stunned. Even for someone as twisted as him, encountering this kind of perversion left him uncertain about what to do.

Should he make him a human stick, or paint the entire cabin with his blood?

Demigod Zhong Yu was groped by another man, which was outrageous!

The officer then said, “Go rest in my private room, number 103. You can play around in the Superconductor World while waiting for me. Be careful not to let Marquis Morton see.”

Zhong Yu’s mouth twitched slightly; he was already feeling the urge to destroy everything here.

He entered the Morton No.1 airship, found room 103, and then went inside to put on the Virtual Glasses, as the one-hour forced offline time had passed.

Upon logging into the Superconductor World, he sent a private message to White Light Person.

He had sent many messages to White Light Person before, always very straightforward, but White Light Person never replied to any of them.

However, this time was different; after he explained his plan, White Light Person quickly replied: “What qualification do you have to collaborate with me? I’ve done so much already; what have you done?”

Zhong Yu raised an eyebrow, finding it interesting to be looked down upon?