Naming Technique of the Night

Even people who have never fought could answer this question: stealth attack.

In an unknown location, delivering a fatal blow from a strange angle is the way to fight that uses the least energy yet inflicts the most damage.

And Qing Chen, in the battle he was about to face, would inevitably choose the way of stealth to reduce the number of thugs as much as possible.

But Ye Wan, who was fully aware of this point, kept delaying teaching Qing Chen these skills.

Qing Chen had his doubts, but he did not ask.

The fight with Lin Xiaoxiao proved Qing Chen’s aptitude. Since then, Uncle Li Dong no longer cared about this matter, captivated every second with the newly acquired scores.

Training for six hours, resting for one, Qing Chen supplemented his training with the Breathing Technique, honing himself in a completely inhuman state.

After enduring this almost spirit-crushing intensity, his strikes became faster and more precise.

Over three thousand inmates were still locked in their cells, but this time, everyone was silent.

On the second midnight after Qing Chen arrived, the inmates lay on their beds in despair, silently enduring the familiar process once again.

This time, Ye Wan spared himself the effort of controlling the inmates and directly ordered in the darkness, “Lie face down on the bed.”

The inmates obediently turned over and lay face down.

Consequently, Ye Wan said to Qing Chen, “Yesterday I taught you to identify the front; today, I’ll teach you to recognize from the back. Actually, finding the spleen from behind is a bit more difficult, and to ensure a faster thrust, you might need to use your left hand to wield the knife.”

The inmates, lying on their beds one by one, shed tears of humiliation.

They didn’t know whether the other party would return the next midnight to distinguish how to find the spleen from the side.

The countdown to return read 15:00:00, 9 o’clock in the morning.

The prison’s Alloy Gate suddenly opened.

Two Mechanical Prison Guards strode into the square and said to Qing Chen through the amplifiers in their skulls, “Inmate number 010101, you have a family visit.”

Ye Wan laughed, “They even sent two Mechanical Prison Guards.”

Qing Chen turned and asked, “Does that make a difference?”

“Oh,” Ye Wan explained, “The One evaluates the danger level of an inmate and then dispatches a corresponding number of Mechanical Prison Guards; previously one was enough to take you away, now they sent two.”

Lin Xiaoxiao said, “It seems it also considers you more ‘dangerous’ now.”

The One?

Qing Chen puzzled internally, wondering if the entire prison was actually managed by that artificial intelligence.

That’s why he had never seen any human prison guards in this prison.

At that moment, Uncle Li Dong’s gaze lifted from the classical scores, seriously sizing up Qing Chen, “It must be that young lady from the Jindai family, you’re soaked in sweat, you should change into a fresh set of clothes before meeting her.”

Qing Chen shook his head, “There’s no need.”

Uncle Li Dong was taken aback, “Don’t you care about your appearance? After all, she’s your fiancée, and by the way, I’ve looked into it for you, the girl is clean, nothing like some hypocrites of the Jindai family.”

Qing Chen then explained, “The entire prison population has been confined to conceal my identity. Although they haven’t left their cells, they can guess that Ye Wan is teaching me assassination techniques; they just can’t know who I am. If I meet her now, and later someone checks the time, everyone will know that it’s me Ye Wan is teaching.”

Qing Chen looked at Uncle Li, “So teacher, I can’t go to see her. Let’s continue training.”

“Uh,” Uncle Li Dong, seeing the earnestness in Qing Chen’s expression, gradually showed a look of astonishment, “You make a lot of sense!”

Countdown to return 9:00:00.

Ye Wan walked barefoot on the ground while Qing Chen lay on his side on the floor, quietly watching, his eyes moving back and forth in sync with those large feet.

As if every change during the movement of the soles contained unique secrets.

Ye Wan’s feet were large, surprisingly large.

But Qing Chen had discovered that no matter whether the other was walking or running, they didn’t make any sound.

Such ability was too eerie; every muscle fiber would exert force in sequence, from the foot soles, to the ankles, then to the calves, and thighs, as if every movement had been calculated.

However, Ye Wan didn’t possess such terrifying calculating abilities. This was the “experience” and “memory” that the other had accumulated over years of training.

Qing Chen committed all this to memory, knowing that this last lesson was the most important.

Unconsciously, Qing Chen closed his eyes.

It was as if he were asleep, yet it seemed he was deep in thought.

Beside him, Lin Xiaoxiao whispered to Uncle Li Dong, “Boss, he’s training too hard. We don’t necessarily need to rush this; why don’t I get him some lethal weapons he can take back? We might not be able to bring back much, but surely a grenade or a pocket pistol should be okay.”

Uncle Li Dong shook his head, “The first time one draws blood in a kill, they must exert all their strength, even if they have to clench their teeth until they break. They must remember clearly what it feels like to take a life with their own hands. When the dagger pierces the enemy’s body, blood flows down the hilt into one’s hand, carrying the body warmth of the other. Only such a unique sensory experience can make him remember what death truly is.”

Countdown to return 2:00:00.

The last two hours before the return.

Strange sounds of hydraulic movement started up in the darkness, incredibly uniform.

Along the long and dimly lit corridor, 21 solitary confinement cells opened in turn. Jian Sheng had already been transferred by Uncle Li Dong to another prison, leaving only Liu Dezhu to reside here.

Liu Dezhu looked outside timidly. Through the opened door, he peered into the pitch-dark world, “Is anybody there?”

No response.

He raised his voice, “Is anyone there, why is the door opened?”

Still no response.

After a long while, he finally mustered the courage to step outside.

The corridor was empty. The door leading to the prison yard had been opened for him, and Liu Dezhu tentatively moved forward.

Just then, he suddenly felt something was amiss and quickly turned around.

But there was nothing behind him in the murky corridor, only faint lights from each of the solitary confinement cells, creating intersecting shadows.

At this moment, Liu Dezhu felt like he was playing a game called Silent Hill, where the world had changed in an instant, terrifying yet tranquil.

In this entire world, there were only him and this eerie corridor, where a deadly threat might appear at any moment.

He began to run out of fear, constantly looking back as if something was chasing him.

But Liu Dezhu couldn’t hear footsteps or see any figures.

From time to time, he could hear breathing, continuous and meticulous, with a bizarre rhythm.

Sometimes he could also hear footsteps other than his own, but every time he turned around, he saw nothing, which only intensified his terror.

Panting, he ran to the reading area, hid behind some bookshelves, and cautiously peeked out from behind them, but still saw nothing.

The next moment he turned back in panic, only to see a Cat Mask looming right in front of his eyes.

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