Naming Technique of the Night

At that moment, the rhythm of the wilderness people's attack on the camp was disrupted.

They were not capable soldiers to begin with, just a group of low-level bandits from the wilderness.

These wilderness people had originally planned to quietly infiltrate all the tents and take control of the entire Old Qin Family before making a move to kill Uncle Li Dong and Qing Chen.

But this unexpected event ruined Zhang Tongdan's plan.

Qin Cheng, the veteran Hunter, had discovered their movements beforehand, and beneath that honest face, he was not a lamb to be slaughtered.

In the forest, gunfire interwove into a chaotic dance, all concentrated on Uncle Li Dong's tent at the same time, turning it into a sieve!

Zhang Tongdan bent down and flanked, like a scavenging hyena that had its eye on the prey.

From within the shadows of the trees, he snarled, "All of the Old Qin Family better stay put inside the tents, otherwise don't blame me for not being polite. Damn it, I will settle the score with you lot afterward!"

As he spoke, he slowly approached Uncle Li Dong's tent and signaled his men with a look.

However, the moment his man lifted the curtain, they found it empty: "Boss, there's no one here!"

"Shit, we've been tricked!" Zhang Tongdan suddenly stood up, his gaze searching everywhere but failing to find the figure he wanted to find: "Where are they?"

The dozen or so wilderness men in the forest also hurriedly searched but found nothing.

"Looking for me?"

The voice emerged from behind one of the wilderness men.

The campfire in the camp suddenly flared up, illuminating the forest beneath the night sky like a heavily inked oil painting.

The wilderness man turned around, only to see Uncle Li Dong smilingly place a finger on his chest.

This middle-aged man in his assault clothes seemed to move slowly, but for some reason, the wild man felt he had no way to avoid it.

The very moment the finger touched the wilderness man's breastbone.

In silence, the man had no time to react before being blasted against a tree trunk behind him like a cannonball.

Yet, the strangest thing was, the moment of impact between the body and the tree trunk made no sound.

The wilderness man hung in the air and then slowly slid down the trunk, defying the laws of physics with his slow descent.

Hitting a man like hanging a picture, silent as the finest misty rain.

That mightily forceful finger jabbed in combat, yet only the sound of falling leaves could be heard, which was highly unusual.

Everyone heard the rustling sound of leaves falling, and when they looked back to the original position of the wilderness man, they only saw leaves shaken down by the blast, with Uncle Li Dong's figure nowhere to be seen.

In the darkness, Zhang Tongdan could hear nothing, yet he could see his own men hanging onto the tree trunks and slowly dying.

Each time, he heard the sound of falling leaves and turned to check on his men, only to see more leaves shaken down by the force of their bodies being thrown.

The tree-lined surroundings of the camp seemed to suddenly be caught in a torrential downpour.

Those who could not be found, sounds that could not be heard, leaves that seemed never to stop falling.

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Bizarre.

Mysterious.

Powerful.

Zhang Tongdan was scared, he took advantage of the moment another subordinate died, turned around, and ran into the forest.

In the camp, Qin Cheng had already led Qin Tong and others to arm themselves, using the pickup trucks as a cover, cautiously observing the surroundings.

They thought for sure it was all over when they first heard the gunfire.

Without the sound of battle, without screams of agony, Qin Cheng thought that Uncle Li Dong had perished in that concentrated volley of gunfire.

It seemed that both the middle-aged man and the youth might have already fallen victim.

They were no longer thinking about rescuing people, but how to deal with the ambush Zhang Tongdan was preparing.

However, reality was somewhat different from what they had expected. Although there were no sounds of combat, the problem was that the people Zhang Tongdan had brought did not attack them.

Instead, it was as if they had vanished.

"Dad, what's going on?" Qin Tong asked in a low voice.

Qin Cheng lowered his voice and said, "Zhang Tongdan's greed has made him break the rules. After taking the toll, he dared to make a move on us; they came for those two, but they definitely won't let us leave alive either. Otherwise, if his boss finds out, he would be dead as well."

"So what do we do now?" Qin Tong asked.

"You and your brothers guard these two vehicles; I'll take a look," Qin Cheng said, intending to sneak over in the chaos. But then he suddenly asked, "Where's your sister? Where's Yiyi?"

Qin Cheng scanned around and saw Qin Yiyi crawling on the ground with a pistol in her mouth, heading toward Qing Chen's tent.

"This is terrible!" Qin Cheng exclaimed in distress.

No sooner had he spoken, the old man felt something was off.

Because the sound of single footsteps came from the woods.

He looked up and suddenly saw the well-dressed Uncle Li Dong emerging from the shadows of the forest, stepping back into the light of the campfire.

Uncle Li Dong said with a smile, "It's taken care of. There were more of them than expected, so it took a bit longer."

Qin Cheng, Qin Tong, and the others stared blankly at the middle-aged man, looking at each other in confusion.

Taken care of?

Just like that?

They had thought that since Uncle Li Dong had avoided meeting the Autumn Hunting Fleet, he was just a C-Class solo operative with no ties to the consortium. Now it seemed he might possess B-Class strength.

Qin Cheng looked beyond the campsite and could still see, by the light of the campfire, some bodies of wilderness people propped against tree trunks.

The old man Qin Cheng gave Qin Tong a significant look.

Qin Tong, under the pretense of checking the surroundings, approached a body to examine the wound.

"Strange," Qin Tong noticed that these people didn't have any wounds; they looked as if they had just fallen asleep, with no blood from their orifices and seemingly no internal injuries as if their organs were intact.

Qin Tong even felt as if these people were not dead but only asleep.

However, when he reached out to feel the pulse on the corpse's neck, wanting to check if the person was indeed dead, as soon as he touched it, the body in front of him collapsed like a lump of soft mud.

Qin Tong squeezed the person's arm, only to find that the bones inside had been crushed to bits.

He turned abruptly to look at Uncle Li Dong by the fire. How did he do this?!

Meanwhile, Qin Yiyi had already gotten up and run to Qing Chen's tent. She lifted the tent flap only to discover it was empty inside; the boy had vanished at some point!

"Where's Xiao Tu?" Qin Yiyi looked towards Uncle Li Dong.

"Oh, I left one for him to practice on. He should be blocking the enemy's escape route," Uncle Li Dong said nonchalantly, seemingly not worried about Qing Chen's safety at all.

Outside the forest, a gunshot abruptly rang out in the distance, followed by the sound of something being dragged closer.

It was as if a heavy object was being pulled across the ground.

All eyes turned to see Qing Chen dragging Zhang Tongdan by the collar, pulling him back.

The young man's face was bloodied; under the glow of the campfire, it appeared somewhat redder. His combat jacket had a bullet hole at the waist, but it had merely grazed him, without hitting his body.

As for Zhang Tongdan, his head was lolling at an odd angle with blood still gushing from his neck, clearly dead.

"He tried to run, didn't make it," Qing Chen said succinctly.

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Thank you to both students, Quanshi Rouruo and Yuanlizhajing, for becoming new allies of this book. Thanks to the boss, for being so generous and may you make a fortune!