Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 82: 82. Key Points and Bionics

With over three thousand people in the prison, Uncle Li Dong made sure the students had ample study time over these two days, and if he said they were not to come out, then they would stay in.

It was as if the very existence of the prison was solely for Qing Chen.

After Uncle Li Dong went back to his room to sleep, Lin Xiaoxiao expressed some emotion, “The boss is still as willful as ever.”

Ye Wan thought for a moment and responded, “After all, he is the only heir of the Knight Organization now. It’s not exaggerated for the boss to act this way.”

“By the way,” Lin Xiaoxiao said, “The two Death Warriors we caught earlier are dead by my hand.”

Qing Chen: “…?”

Lin Xiaoxiao added, “Don’t worry, before their deaths, I managed to get a confession. It was most likely Qing’s Family Branch Four that was behind this, but as to why they want you dead, we have no idea.”

It was only at times like this that Qing Chen realized the ever-smiling young man before him was actually quite cold-blooded and ruthless.

He was only cold when facing enemies, but he was warm and friendly with friends.

At that moment, Ye Wan suddenly said, “There is something we always found very strange. It seems the upper echelons of Qing’s Family are aware of your existence, and you even have a marriage arrangement with the Jindai family. The problem is, very few people outside have heard about you. Before you came to this world, you never participated in Clan activities, never showed up publicly. It seems you are the only one.”

Qing Chen frowned slightly, “Maybe it’s because I’m not important? That’s why I’m not well-regarded.”

Lin Xiaoxiao shook his head, “To say you’re not important, yet you could replace the third house’s spot and take part in the Shadow competition. To say you’re important, even Qing’s Branch lines wouldn’t be treated this coldly.”

“Additionally,” Ye Wan said, “You can’t find any information about you online at all, you’re like an invisible person. It’s not that you’re too obscure, but rather that someone deliberately erased something. It’s very contradictory.”

Having said that, Ye Wan and Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Qing Chen.

Qing Chen raised an eyebrow, “Why look at me? I don’t know what’s going on either.”

“Sigh, how boring,” Lin Xiaoxiao walked away disappointed, “I’ve been curious about this for a while, and I thought you could give me an answer.”

Ye Wan said, “Let’s not waste time, and start training. Before we begin, I want to reiterate what the boss said was correct, life is indeed extremely fragile. If you master one method, it can be enough to kill a person.”

A shattered sternum would result in obstructed breathing, ruptured alveoli, and ultimately suffocation and death.

A ruptured spleen causing bleeding is even more deadly, leading to death in a short amount of time.

So hitting any part with enough force would suffice to incapacitate an opponent.

However, times have changed, and many warriors now modify their bodies to reduce their fatal weaknesses.

Some people implant bionic alloy skin around their neck to prevent getting their throats slit.

Others modify their joints to withstand greater impact.

But one thing often neglected by mechanical warriors is organ protection.

Qing Chen felt something wrong upon hearing this, “Wait, we all know organs are very important, so there must be many people getting bionic skin there.”

Ye Wan said, “Oh, the main issue is that nanobiologic skin is extremely expensive, costing over a hundred thousand for just one square centimeter. Normally, not many can afford to protect all their organs because it covers too large an area.”

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Ye Wan continued, “According to what you described, those thugs’ leg mechanisms weren’t the best out there, so I deduced their organs are unprotected.”

In other words, Ye Wan felt they couldn’t afford such a large area of bionic alloy skin.

“The spleen is different, primarily because its location is very tricky; the spine can’t protect it, and the ribs can’t protect it either. You can stab into it from either the back or the abdomen,” Ye Wan explained, “And most crucially, very few people know how to guard it.”

Moreover, once you have confirmed you’ve stabbed into the opponent’s spleen, you don’t need to bother with them anymore—they will surely die.

Ye Wan asked, “Will you be able to find a knife when you go back?”

Qing Chen thought for a moment, “Will a fruit knife work?”

“No,” Ye Wan thought for a moment, “If it’s just an ordinary unsharpened fruit knife, I’m afraid it won’t even pierce through a thug’s clothes.”

Saying this, he went up to the sixth floor, opened an alloy gate, and retrieved a spring knife from one of the cells.

The inmate inside was still sleeping. Awoken by the sound of the alloy gate opening, he dazedly watched Ye Wan enter, take the knife, and leave, all in one smooth motion.

Ye Wan placed the palm-sized spring knife into Qing Chen’s hand, “Based on what you said, this should be something you can hold and take back with you. Use this for real-life practice.”

Qing Chen was stunned for a long while, “Don’t I get something more technologically advanced?”

Ye Wan shook his head, “The boss doesn’t allow it.”

“Do we also need to use real things for sparring,” Qing Chen asked again.

“Yes,” Ye Wan nodded, “You need to familiarize yourself not only with all the methods of attack and your opponent’s defensive tactics but also with the weapon you are using, its feel.”

“Okay, what do we do now?” Qing Chen asked.

“If you want to attack the vital points, you first need to know where they are,” Ye Wan said, “But because everyone’s height is different, weight is different, and even their bones are different, so are their vital points. You need to have killed a lot of people, practiced many times to find them with precision.”

With that, Ye Wan handed him a pair of glasses, “Put these on, they’re for night vision.”

Then, the entire prison suddenly darkened, plunging the world into darkness.

Ye Wan took Qing Chen to the door of a cell, and once the alloy gate opened, Mother Ye went in first, pinning the inmate down on the bed with a force like that used on Liu Dezhu.

He ignored the inmate’s desperate struggles and simply pointed to an area below the inmate’s ribs, telling Qing Chen, “You see, his spleen’s vital point is right here, a stab and he’s doomed to die.”

Afterward, Ye Wan took Qing Chen to the next cell.

There were no wasted words to save time.

Once again, he pinned down a fearfully bewildered inmate, explaining to Qing Chen how this person’s vital point differed from that of the last, why it was different, and how to deduce these differences based on the opponent’s physique.

From 1 a.m. to 6 a.m., Ye Wan spent a full five hours taking Qing Chen through the entire prison’s population of more than three thousand inmates.

Qing Chen felt like he was studying anatomy, but unlike medical students without bodies to practice on, he had over three thousand “bodies” to gain experience from.

For Qing Chen, it was a fruitful night.

But for the inmates of Prison No. 18, it was a night of terror.

They each experienced almost the same thing: their cell gate suddenly opened, and the world was pitch-black.

Then a strong man took complete control of them with overwhelming force and said to another, “Look, this is the position of his spleen; pierce it with a knife here and he’s a goner.”

This was more harrowing than the most thrilling films in the cinema of virtual life.