Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1879: Chapter 980: A Note (Part 3)

Speaking this, the mercenary took out a wad of Chinese currency and handed it over.

The black man took it with astonishment. Of course, he knew it was Chinese currency; he had traveled to China before.

But in a small Mexican village... why the hell would Chinese currency appear?

Instinctively, he felt something was off: ”Wait a minute, are there Chinese people here?”

The mercenary thought for a moment, remembering Qing Chen: ”There’s an Asian guy, not sure if he’s Chinese. But an old lady said he’s a villager, just hit his head and got dumb.”

However, the black man was instantly shocked, having escaped the Parents’ Meeting’s encirclement as a survivor with some exceptional skill.

His mind raced: ”Damn, is the Parents’ Meeting eliminating the three major drug groups looking for him?!”

The mercenary said, ”It shouldn’t be. When we caught him, he didn’t resist. Are the Parents’ Meeting’s people so weak? That Asian works really hard for us, we even wanted to recruit him into the organization.”

The black man said urgently, ”Quick, take me to him... no wait, we leave now! Don’t make a fuss, let’s all go through the secret passage, don’t go find him!”

The next moment, a voice nearby asked, ”Looking for me?”

The black man turned his head to see Qing Chen walking out from the darkness, the flickering firelight illuminating his face—one he was painfully familiar with.

The black man looked shocked at the mercenary beside him: What the hell did you do? I asked you to catch a worker, and you bring me the boss?

All clues connected, no wonder the Parents’ Meeting is on a rampage in Mexico against the drug lords, no wonder they’re searching all secret drug factories just because they know their boss might be in one!

But why would you be here, older sir, experiencing life? Undercover?

Isn’t going undercover supposed to be done by subordinates, why are you here yourself!

The black man trembled: ”Misunderstanding, all misunderstandings.”

Another Time Traveler awkwardly said in Chinese, ”Hello, congrats on getting rich, happy New Year!”

This Time Traveler was quite talented, trying to use Chinese to draw closer...

The mercenaries were completely confused, their previously fierce boss suddenly became as docile as quail?

Moreover, those usually arrogant and condescending Time Travelers were all on high alert!

As if the youth before them was not an Asian teenager but an anthropomorphic Godzilla, just having destroyed a city.

Qing Chen shook his head and said, ”There are no misunderstandings; you all deserve to die.”

What did West Continent think of Joker? Truly someone who kills without blinking.

In the last traversal cycle, Qing Chen had just killed 12,000 Garrison troops using the 13-time God Cutter; if this person says they’ll kill you, they really will, not joking at all.

Seeing things unable to turn around, the black man immediately ordered, ”Open fire, kill him!”

He deceived the unaware mercenaries into shooting but turned and ran himself, without hesitating!

As the gunfire erupted, Qing Chen vanished from the spot.

He didn’t have the memory of Thunder Pulp, not Knight Aura, only an extraordinarily strong physical condition reaching human pinnacle.

In the distance, workers slowly stood up to look, unable to see Qing Chen’s figure, only seeing mercenaries inexplicably flung by someone.

Since they couldn’t see Qing Chen, it was as if mercenaries were pierced by invisible ’air’.

Mercenaries flew in all directions, Qing Chen delivered death with every move, no excess movements, simplifying complexity.

Mercenaries landed; bodies all twisted irregularly, only muscles and nerves still twitching, trembling, from dying too fast to know they were dead.

The mercenaries’ rain of gunfire poured forth but like the terrifying metal storm in Prison 18, torrential downpour, yet not a single drop hit Qing Chen.

This battle even helped him recall some past segments, and... that Master.

A wisp of Knight Aura leaked from the seal, crazily circulating inside Qing Chen’s body.

In Ginkgo Garden’s totem, Qing Chen had asked Ren Xiaosu, when will the seal be untied?

Ren Xiaosu said maybe in an instant, maybe never.

However, Qing Chen and Ren Xiaosu’s situations differed.

Ren Xiaosu’s seal, after over two hundred years of era shifts, even through a terrifying nuclear winter.

When he saw daylight again, the world entered a wasteland era, the seal was stable and few things poignant enough to help him find memories.

But Qing Chen was different; those memory anchors remained.

When a wisp of Knight Aura emerged, workers saw Qing Chen’s attacks less explosive, mercenaries flew and smashed against wooden walls, slowly sliding down.

People looked intact on the outside, but bones, flesh inside, every inch disjointed.

The battle started quickly, ended just as fast.

The black man had run far, but when the battle concluded, Qing Chen dragged him back to the village by the leg, silently watching the bonfire.

An aunt looked dumbfounded at Qing Chen, not expecting her unintentional kindness to have saved their village.

But what this Asian youth displayed was beyond ordinary comprehension of this world.

Qing Chen ignored the workers’ gazes, pondering something instead.

Even if amnesiac, he wasn’t someone mundane and drifting—he must think what to do now.

If as One mentioned, he was amnesiac now, but many awaited his return.

Then now, he should not cautiously wait for memory recovery but first reconnect with those strange yet familiar teammates!

Rather than slowly searching for memory, find those trustworthy comrades.

Those... like Wrench, Hawthorn, Iodophor.

Qing Chen searched the village, finally finding a satellite phone in the black man’s off-road vehicle.

How to search?

Qing Chen thought long, finally dialing Zhang Wanfang’s number.

The call connected, Zhang Wanfang’s voice came from the other side: ”Hello?”

After a long silence, Zhang Wanfang seemed to realize something: ”Qing Chen?”

Qing Chen said, ”Please let Qing Shuli take the call.”

This was someone One mentioned during the 7-hour narration, a core member of Parents’ Meeting, his stepfather.

Qing Chen didn’t know Kunlun’s phone, nor Luo Wanya’s, now could only find Qing Shuli.

Qing Shuli snatched the phone from Zhang Wanfang: ”Hello? Is it Qing Chen? Boss where are you?”

Zhang Wanfang dumbfoundedly watched her husband call her son Boss...

Qing Chen, after thinking for two seconds, calmly said: ”I’m in a tropical rainforest drug factory in Mexico, calculating by sun rise and fall time and sunlight angle, I should be near latitude 23 North. Considering season and climate wind direction, I’m not far from the sea, under Northeast Monsoon influence. Come pick me up next return cycle quickly, I’ll wait here. Tell others, I’m in Inner World hiding with One and Black Spider in a safe house, awaiting surface Central Royal City lift martial law then immediately find you all. I’m now amnesiac, but memory is gradually recovering, my cancer’s healed.”

Though Qing Chen hadn’t fully recovered memory, he made the most correct choice for himself.

This statement, no single word wasted.

Countdown to Zero.

Traverse.

...

Been feverish for a week, truly felt illness striking like a mountain, fading like silk strand, sighed.

This year just over ten and half months, been locked down over three months, I’m not well...