Night’s Nomenclature

Gradually, some people gathered around and watched the chaos indifferently.

An old man tried persuading them, saying, “Young man, just leave already. They will never let you enter the three upper districts.”

Another elderly lady kindly said, “You’re going to frostbite out here in this weather. Your parents have worked so hard to raise you. Have you ever thought about them when you decide to do this?”

“It’s impossible to overthrow the consortiums in the Federation. Don’t make your parents lose their jobs.”

At this time, some students suddenly found that there were protesters who had left earlier among the noisy crowd watching. One of them said, “What’s the point of all this in the first place? Why should there even be an education reform? It’s not like we can get paid by studying hard.”

“And what’s up with choosing such a stormy day for a protest?”

After leaving the protest, these people just wanted to prove that the protest was a bad idea in the first place so they could justify that leaving early was smart.

The snow in the sky.

The words coming from the sidewalks.

Together, they formed a knife blocking their way.

Just like what many adults have told them: You won’t succeed.

Hundreds of students stood there. They couldn’t move forward and didn’t want to retreat.

They looked around blankly, at the crowd of bystanders and the security committee officers in front of them.

The snow suddenly became heavier, and the manic wind passed through the steel forest, making a whistling sound.

However, at this moment, a weak voice suddenly started singing among the students, fighting against the snow and the wind. Perhaps it was because of the cold weather, the voice was even a bit trembling.

It was a small voice but full of enthusiasm.

Everyone looked over and suddenly saw Yangyang singing softly in the snow.

“Stand up, slaves tormented by hunger and coldness.”

“Stand up, people suffering in this world.”

“My blood is boiling.”

“Eager to fight for the truth.”

In the beginning, only one person sang.

Soon, other students started singing along.

In this cold wind, the singing voices gradually gained strength.

Yangyang created this song by modifying one that she knew from the Outer World. She made the lyrics a bit easier so it was easier for people to memorize.

Before coming to the protest, many students have already learned this song, but none dared to sing it in public.

The students leading the protest looked frankly at the security committee officers.

“There was never a savior.”

“Not God nor emperor.”

“To create happiness.”

“We’re on our own.”

Everyone was in the chorus of these hundreds of people, and their moods were inexplicably agitated.

They sang over and over again, unwilling to leave.

Something unexpected happened. Someone from the crowd watching them also started to sing along clumsily.

At first, only one or two people sang along, but gradually, it became one or two hundred people.

The protesters, which seemed a little lonely at first, actually began to grow slowly in number.

The onlookers didn’t know why they wanted to join in, but their bodies acted with the rest of the crowd.

The singing became louder and louder.

At this moment, a man in a black coat walked toward them on the snow, holding a document that was still warm.

Li Dongze.

Many people recognized the man.

Immediately afterward, they watched as Li Dongze came to the security committee officer and stuffed the documents into the officer’s hand. It was the legal documents approving the protest that were taken away by the officer before.

Li Dongze looked at the officer and said softly, “Remember, don’t use such dirty methods to deal with children next time.”

The next moment, another box truck drove up on the corner of the street, and two Heng Group members in black suits jumped out of the car. They opened the back door, and there were pieces of red cloth inside.

Immediately afterward, dozens of Heng Group members rushed out from nowhere. They took the pieces of red cloth from the cargo box and distributed them to the students. They said as they handed them out, “It’s cold outside. Use this as a scarf, so at least the wind won’t pour in from our neck.”

The students stared blankly at the Heng Group members in front of them. Some of the Heng Group members even had tattoos on their necks.

He didn’t look like a nice guy…

They found that these “scarves” actually had “trouser legs”, and after looking at it carefully, it was a pair of red long johns cut in half.

A member of Heng Group scratched his head when he saw the student’s strange expression, “The boss insisted on getting a red scarf, saying it looks good, but it’s really hard to find a bright red scarf, so I can only…”

A student took the scarf, “Thank you…”

The man with tattoos all over his neck grinned and said, “You motherfucker, don’t need to be so polite to me… Ahem… You’re welcome.”

Li Dongze looked at the students, “March forward, no one will dare to stop you again today. Sooner or later, you will no longer be trampled upon, and I look forward to that day.”

The protesters set off again, and the chorus didn’t stop. It only grew louder and louder.

There were strip dancers beside the road watching. They were there trying to get customers and were wearing the flashiest of clothing.

At first, the dancers were still complaining that the protest had ruined their business tonight, as there were no guests.

But when they saw this happening and heard the chorus, they suddenly turned around and went to their changing rooms to get their coats and put them on for the students.

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…

In the secret prison, the middle-aged man suddenly became extremely anxious.

There was still a while before the agreed secret execution time, but the transmission every five minutes as a part of their plan stopped.

The middle-aged man was pacing back and forth in the open space. From time to time, he turned his head to look at Cheng Xiao who was standing there with his hands and feet shackled. Even so, he still had unstoppable arrogance.

At this moment, they could hear people singing from above their heads.

It was quiet for them after the voices passed through layers of thick walls, but every once in a while, they could feel the passion and enthusiasm.

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, wondering how any voice could get into this prison.

He knew very well that Forest Boulevard was directly above their heads, bordering the 3rd and 4th districts.

Who would have thought that there was a secret prison hidden underneath such a prosperous place? The clever selection of location was part of the reason why Li Shutong failed to find it after eight years of searching.

Cheng Xiao and the others listened quietly and slowly started humming, “There was never a savior. Not God nor emperor…”

Cheng Xiao sighed, “What a song.”

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly, “You’re still in the mood to listen to a song?”

“There is nothing to regret when you hear a good song before you die,” Cheng Xiao said with a smile.

The next moment, the middle-aged man said fiercely, “Execute them now.”

A soldier said, “Sir, it’s not time yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. This is a part of our secondary plan,” said the middle-aged man.

All the soldiers released the safety of their automatic rifles and loaded them.

But Cheng Xiao said regretfully, “What a pity. I can’t hear what the rest of the song was.”

However, at this moment, several soldiers exclaimed in shock as the firearms in their hands somehow flew out of their hands, clinging tightly to the concrete ceiling.

There were screams from the corridor outside the secret prison. Everyone turned their heads and saw a 12-member combat team rushing in.

These soldiers all held black ceramic daggers in their hands and wore federal special operations uniforms. On battlefields, they were known for their speed and can fight an enemy force multiple times its size.

Neither side had firearms. There were 80 guards in the secret prison, but they didn’t even have the basic ability to resist these 12 people’s attacks.

The 12 soldiers had their name tag and troop number removed from their uniforms, so no one could tell who trained this war machine.

The middle-aged man only knew that he was not only facing a team of special forces but also a superhuman who could control metal!

A superhuman with 12 soldiers who have received genetic injections was almost the strongest special force unit in the federal army.

Who planned this prison escape?!

Tap, tap, tap… The sound of a pair of combat boots echoed in the prison. A young man walked into the center space of this secret prison with a smile on his face. He walked to the middle-aged officer as if there were no one else in the prison.

The guns detached from the ceiling and floated in the air, slowly coming down.

All 80 pistols flew toward the young man, and the muzzles were pointing toward the middle-aged officer in front of him from every direction.

“This is a bit strange,” the young man said with a cheerful smile, “I thought there would be a strong defense here. None of you even had uniforms and were only equipped with silenced pistols. Shouldn’t you be more serious about these prisoners?”

The middle-aged man said with a pale face, “The location of this secret prison is the key. If Li Shutong got here, no matter how armed we are, we still can’t stop a demigod. Publicly, we are just employees of a small company.”

“Ah… That makes sense,” the young man smiled.

The middle-aged man trembled, “Do you know that invading a secret prison is a violation that can be brought to the court martial?”

“Just the court martial?” The young man was a little surprised, “I thought I would be executed in secret.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes widened, and cold sweat dripped down his back uncontrollably. He trembled and said, “Which unit do you belong to? I’m just following orders…”

The young man smiled and said, “Why would a dead man need to know so much about me?”

While speaking, the guns floating beside the young man pulled their triggers at the same time, as if they were controlled by eighty invisible hands in the air.

In an instant, gunfire burst out from the muzzle of the guns loaded with the silencer. All 80 shots smashed the man into a sieve.