Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
The name of the young man that had entered the bookstore was Sander Lyon, a third-class police officer of the Supreme Police Unit.
Even though there wasn't any real distinction between the Upper and Central District police units, the Supreme Police Unit directly governed by the Central District was naturally of a higher grade than the periphery police units.
The Supreme Police Unit represented the will of the Central District's big shots. Those that could get posted there were either very capable or had some connections.
Thus, this led to police officers of the Supreme Police Unit having an air of natural haughtiness when they were dispatched out.
Even though it wasn't to the extent of arrogance, at the very least, they never felt like they were servicing the people of the Upper District.
The ones they served were the authority wielders and nobles of the Central District.
And only their orders would be obeyed.
Therefore, it was natural that these police officers didn't have much patience when dealing with the poor or ordinary citizens of the Upper District.
This was especially so for Lyon, who was from a noble family clan that wasn't on the decline and had their own property and business.
Moreover, those with his sort of family background would have access to some inside information— This incident wasn't something that the police unit could pursue or resolve.
Their mission was just to represent the Central District's 'strong and efficient' attitude and placate these residents of the Upper District.
In other words, just a mere formality.
Twelve hours ago, Lyon and his colleagues were still idly chatting about their plans to visit a club tonight.But in the blink of an eye, they ended up being dispatched to get tied up in this wet and dirty Upper District.
This sort of task was strenuous, unrewarding, and a huge waste of time.
Lyon just wanted to complete this pointless task and rush home for a hot shower to wash away all the dirt and mud on his body...
Lyon was even starting to feel like it was getting hard to breath
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