Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1029: 636, No.10 Catastrophe_3

"Ah, the workload in the entire lower three districts is a bit heavy," the family members exclaimed.

Qing Shuli patiently said, "Everyone, please work some overtime. The rats we’ve been dealing with are already threatening public safety. Our Parents’ Meeting has the responsibility and obligation to resolve these issues, okay? Everyone, work hard, and also prepare a set of pest control gas masks for me. I’ll work alongside you. Once we’re done, let’s celebrate with a lamb hotpot!"

"Alright!" The family members laughed heartily, "Actually, a bit of fatigue is nothing. The Golden Family Members are right; at this moment, we really need to prioritize public safety. Let’s get to work!"

At present, the Parents’ Meeting is at its most passionate and hard-working phase. They are driven by hope, not feeling tired no matter how busy they are, only feeling a surge of energy coursing through them.

Within a single day, the Parents’ Meeting established a special task force and launched a vigorous campaign to eliminate the four pests.

They launched a comprehensive attack on rat and insect infestations in the lower three districts, killing many unusually large rats, while many others fled back into the sewers.

In the dark sewers, a swarm of rats trudged through the filthy water, heading toward the heart of the city in a continued flight.

Just beneath the fifth district, a rat that seemed longer than a human lay on the ground. Its fur was covered in cracks, with bulging muscles akin to a bulldog’s.

The cracks on its fur were caused by its rapid growth.

At this moment, before the Rat King, some rats squeaked incessantly. Their furious emotions seemed to express that the humans in the lower three districts were acting a bit unusual...

The Rat King’s eyes were blood-red as it squeaked twice, the sound carrying far from the sewers like a radio signal.

Soon after, the entire rat swarm in the lower three districts began to retreat, converging on other districts.

The lower three districts, dirty and chaotic, were initially the most suitable places for rat swarms to thrive.

But now, the Parents’ Meeting had pushed the yet-to-mature rat swarms to other corners of the city.

Not far from the Rat King, a heap of newborn rat pups crawled in the sewer, their tender red skin soon to be covered with gray fur and growing as strong as their predecessors.

The Rat King suddenly looked toward the end of the sewer, where a few basin-sized cockroaches were slowly retreating.

The rat and insect groups were distinctly divided.

They had both already unlocked some intelligence, developing a sense of territoriality.

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In a valley somewhere in the Central Plains, the sounds of birds and the scent of flowers filled the air. A wild rabbit gnawed on a bamboo shoot that had just sprouted in spring.

As it chewed the tip of the shoot, it suddenly glanced warily into the forest, then turned and fled back to its burrow, staying motionless in fear.

With the rustling of footsteps on leaves, a mysterious unit suddenly appeared in the forest, with a few warriors with indifferent expressions bringing up the rear.

Every one of them had camouflaged their faces with black and green paint, hiding their true appearance.

Those at the rear, experts of their craft, strolled nonchalantly through the forest, as if traversing this wild terrain was no challenge for them.

Everyone was equipped with button-style bone conduction communication devices, with the black buttons placed behind their ears, allowing all sounds to be transmitted through the bones to the auditory ossicles, making it convenient, hidden, and efficient.

In the communication devices, everyone maintained radio silence.

At the forefront, someone was guiding the direction.

The team waded through streams, crossed bamboo forests, encountering no resistance.

Soon, they saw from afar a field of sunflowers and a tea plantation.

In the sunflower field, sporadic servants were cleaning up the fallen leaves.

"Stop advancing, confirmed target acquisition!"

The warriors that had suddenly invaded the valley crouched down, continuing their approach only after completing their reconnaissance.

Their objective was clear: destroy this place, kill all life in this hidden location, demolish the tombstone in the sunflower field, and take the ashes.

But at that moment, someone laughed from a distant cliff, "Such audacity, daring to use Ning Xiujie’s ashes as a proving ground. What, is this how you prove you’re ready to engage in a life-and-death struggle with Mr. Shadow?"

This proving ground required no significant manpower or resources, but was used to demonstrate some in the Qing’s Family’s determination to fight Shadow to the end.

Chen Yu and Li Bingxi also understood that once someone joked about Ning Xiu with Shadow, there would be no going back for that person.

Because Shadow would not tolerate anyone desecrating that delicate grave, nor would Shadow ever use it as a bargaining chip.

The invading soldiers looked up, shocked to see Qing Ye and Qing Qu standing atop the cliff.

The crowd felt a chill; the appearance of these two meant that the Shadow Troop was also here!

"Retreat! Retreat! Record the target coordinates, guide the fighter jets for bombing, abandon the ashes, and raze this place to the ground!"

However, by then, it was already too late to retreat.

Behind them, 300 B-Class Genetic Warriors of the Shadow Troop had already descended upon them, wielding the most elite strength and killing skills, with Qing Ye and Qing Qu providing relentless suppression over the entire battlefield.

In fact, from the moment they stepped into the valley, their fate was already sealed.

Shadow hadn’t brought Qing Ye and Qing Qu on his southern campaign, precisely because he knew his own weaknesses best.

His weaknesses were only two: Qing Chen and Ning Xiu.

So, to show their resolve to Chen Yu and Li Bingxi, those from the Qing’s Family would inevitably come here... to die.

The valley echoed with a wail, and the battle ended quicker than anyone imagined.

Among the various factions of the Qing’s Family’s troops, the Shadow Troop had always been mythologized.

Yet, some were defiant.

After all, the Shadow Troop seldom took action and was very secretive; no one knew their true accomplishments.

In the special forces, those experts who had once strolled through had just realized the Shadow Troop was the true force of the Qing’s Family.

On the barren land, Shadow suddenly received a satellite call.

Qing Ye: "Boss, the men are dead, and Ning Xiujie’s ashes have been taken out and moved."

Shadow calmly replied, "Understood, prepare to continue killing, this time we need to kill a lot of people."

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