Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
“How could a live bait be protected by a big ghost? The trash at the research department is getting more and more useless.” Jing Tuoshen said darkly, “I think they’ve been behind the frontline for too long, and their brains are dull. They can only think within the box.”
His two underlings didn’t dare speak. The researchers were extremely influential. Only Jing Tuoshen, who was also a researcher, dared to talk negatively about them.
“The kid won’t be able to go far. You have to capture him for me!”
“Yes!”
“His living area is close to Situ An’s office area. Situ An raised him close to the big ghost for a reason. Maybe he wants to use the big ghost to cover something on the kid. The so-called live bait and number are used to confuse others.” Jing Tuoshen just gave the order when the white band that represented his identity as a researcher vibrated. Jing Tuoshen’s expression dimmed when he saw the message on the band. “The guests are here. I’ll leave for now. When I return, I want to see all the stains cleaned. Do not let me see any blood.”
Back on the first floor, the investigators and staff at Han Hai stood at the corner of the lobby. There was a team in full black and wearing a blood band standing in the middle of the lobby. They were like silent killing machines. No one spoke. All the security members turned their heads when they saw Jing Tuoshen walk out of the elevator. Their gazes filled with murderous intent. A normal person wouldn’t dare to meet their eyes.
“Wan Jie, you’re late.” Jing Tuoshen ignored the rest. His eyes were fixated on a middle-aged man. The man looked very normal, the kind to disappear in a crowd. He was the complete opposite of K, who would stand out anywhere.
“I am indeed late.” When the man spoke, the people around him didn’t dare to breathe too loudly. His speech was unhurried, but it carried an indescribable pressure. It was like they were facing not a man, but a silent sea.
Jing Tuoshen heard the hidden meaning in the man’s words. He waited for the man to continue. The man waved
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