Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 418: Main
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1335- Big Yellow in full form
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1020: Karma (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1334- Evenly matched
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 389 - You Can’t Even Handle Murderous Aura? Pathetic
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 58.2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 338: Forgotten
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 417: Nail in Heart
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1333- Undead summoning
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1019: Karma (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1332- Someone to depend on
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Chapter 10802.1 - Late September's Whispers
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 388 - Bai Yiyuan, I Won't Forget This
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 337: Dawn
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 416: Return
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1331.5- Chaos Mental Field (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1331- Chaos Mental Field
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 336: Miao Family Camp
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When they got on the bus for registration, a woman from the booth told her weakly that the person who left was not a police officer.
“Then, why was he wearing a police uniform?” Chen Yi was stunned.
Then, another woman added. That was their theme. The man came out of nowhere in a doctor’s outfit. He changed behind the couch. When the rest heard that, Chen Yi was laughed at by her colleagues. When they arrived at the station, her head was still buzzing.
The next day, she received a notice from above. She was transferred from heavy crime to public security management. She worked there since. When this happened, her internship with heavy crime hadn’t ended.
Chen Yi became obsessed after that. She found the sketch artist and painted Jiang Cheng’s portrait based on her memory. She made 20 copies of it. She pasted them on her office and her bedroom walls so that she would never forget this humiliation.
Finally, God looked down on her, and she found the culprit.
“Miss Xu,” Jiang Cheng said, “Our conflict is internal. If we clash here, it doe
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