Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1099: Chapter 663: The Little Jumping Frog by the Happy Pond

In the southwest of the Federation, City No. 5 shone brightly and warmly.

Mountain City, where Sanjiang converged, had the city’s brilliant lights reflecting on the river surface like a dream.

In this city, soldiers were gathering from various shadows, with purple armbands tied around their arms.

These soldiers, like streams, converged from all corners and charged toward the manor on Ginkgo Mountain.

The buildings on the mountain stood silently, like an unaware giant.

This troop was disciplined and decisive in action; whenever new soldiers merged in, there was someone to question.

“Code!”

“Changing day to night! Return code!”

“The rivers always flow!”

Afterward, someone would carry out a dual verification of the electronic beacons, each beacon bearing a 168-bit dynamic code, impossible to counterfeit.

Gradually, more soldiers gathered, eventually splitting into two teams; one was tasked to destroy the entire power system of City No. 5, while the other continued towards Ginkgo Manor!

As they arrived at the foot of Ginkgo Mountain, a master emerged from the shadows, carrying the corpse of an outpost: “Resolved, proceed! Behead!”

He said, turning back to look at the dark little house on the mountain.

That was where the Family Head was, the most mysterious place within the Qing’s Family.

As usual, the light in the little house was not on.

It was said to be the most mysterious, not because it held a great weapon, but because aside from the Shadow and a few others, no one could approach that house.

All the servants attending the Family Head were deaf-mutes; no secrets could be heard from there, and all the servants’ actions were controlled by a mysterious person through sign language.

At this time, over a thousand soldiers maintained communication silence as they advanced toward the mountain.

Along the way, more masters appeared from the shadows; they had infiltrated in advance to clear out the outposts.

Suddenly, someone up ahead raised their right arm.

The soldiers behind him immediately crouched, holding their guns, alert to all sides.

One of the masters glanced at the time on his watch.

Midnight.

In an instant, the myriad lights of City No. 5 suddenly went out, and the thousands of Yun Liu Towers operating all year round in the city also stopped.

Like a heavenly palace, the Ginkgo Manor also plunged into utter darkness.

When the lights that humanity took for granted all disappeared, it felt as if the entire world fell silent.

Only when this scene appeared did the soldiers resume their advance.

This indicated the team tasked with destroying the power supply system had succeeded.

In the darkness, soldiers panted, the world reduced to the sound of heavy footsteps.

And the sound of pine needles on either side of the mountain path’s stone steps rustling as they rubbed against each other in the wind.

However, before they reached halfway up the mountain, they suddenly saw someone with a kerosene lamp at the end of the mountain steps, looking coldly downward.

Beside him stood a young man.

Behind him were dozens of deaf-mutes with their hands folded in their sleeves.

Everyone had a white chrysanthemum on their chest, commemorating those who had just passed away.

When the soldiers looked up to see the end of the steps, they inexplicably held their breath.

They saw the middle-aged man with the kerosene lamp hand it to the young man, then turned to make sign language to the deaf-mutes: “Kill them all.”

In an instant, dozens of people within the soldier ranks suddenly turned their purple armbands over, revealing a pure black underside embroidered with a white ginkgo leaf.

Somehow, when they turned their armbands to black, the color suddenly exuded a mournful shade, as if bidding farewell to someone.

And the white ginkgo leaf on the black background looked especially fierce.

In the next moment, these dozens of hidden masters among the soldiers began slaughtering.

The deaf-mute people on the mountain jumped into the woods and disappeared; at the back, several masters in the soldiers’ team saw things weren’t right and tried to run. However, before they could get far, they saw those wearing white hemp clothes, the deaf-mutes had already reached the foot of the mountain, blocking their path.

The deaf-mutes showed no expression, some with reddened eyes, as if they had just cried.

And among the nine escaping masters, three of them at this time flipped their armbands, revealing the black silk and white ginkgo leaves on the underside.

The middle-aged man at the end of the mountain road saw this scene and knew the situation was settled.

Perhaps those who initiated this bloody coup never imagined so many underlings of the Family Head were among them.

The old man in the house had spent over a decade seemingly indifferent to the world, yet it seemed he knew everything, missed nothing.

He softly said to the youth beside him, “Uninteresting.”

After speaking, the middle-aged man took the kerosene lamp back from the young man’s hands and turned to walk up the mountain slowly.

Behind him, the myriad lights of City No. 5 reignited, bright as the Milky Way.

As if the electrical system here had never been destroyed at all.

The middle-aged man, with the young man and starlight, walked outside the little house: “Family Head, too weak, I didn’t need to make a move.”

The old man inside the house said, “Come in. Those who can squander the family heritage aren’t very bright; given time, Qing’s Family would collapse under them within a decade. They’re all people who think they’re smart.”

The middle-aged man pushed open the wooden door, watching the elder’s back, which had hunched a bit more overnight: “If we had found Li Bingxi’s wife earlier, maybe we could have killed Li Bingxi sooner, and perhaps Xiao Zhun wouldn’t have… I’m sorry.”