Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Chris sneered and walked behind the coach, wrapping a belt around the coach's neck.
The coach struggled desperately, reaching out to grab at Chris's head.
Chris wrapped the belt around his hands twice and, with his back to the coach, pulled forcefully. The coach's legs flailed helplessly, unable to even cry out for help. He tried to tear at the belt with his hands, but it was futile.
"Ugh—"
The coach's struggles became weaker and weaker.
Chris continued to strangle the coach from behind for a while, until he was certain the coach was dead, and then he dropped the body.
Qu Kangping's eyes widened, and he said slowly:
"How clever...
First, he used evil spirits to block the toilet door, preventing outsiders from entering, and giving himself enough space to commit the crime. His use of his talents far exceeds that of ordinary people.
Killing with a belt won't cause much bloodshed, making the scene easier to manage.
Previously, there was a conflict between the team captain and the coach. If the police were to investigate, the captain would certainly be the first suspect. Chris has enough time to delay until the end of the exam.
He truly is a... born criminal."
Chris re-fastened the belt around his waist, planning to dispose of it at a right moment. He then hid the coach's body in a toilet stall and threw the coach's phone into the toilet.
Finally, he left an evil spirit guarding the stall door, using illusions to scare away ordinary people and delay the discovery of the body.
Back at the competition arena, the coach never showed up.
The host inquired about the situation, but everyone was unclear.
When the time for the match arrived, the host decided to start the game without waiting for the coach.
Chris sat in his seat, his expression giving nothing away. However, his performance this time was very serious, and his playing style was more ruthless.
His teammates were shocked.
"Hey? Didn't you say..."
"Sorry, it was a reflex. I'll go easier next time."
Chris grinned mischievously, but then quickly sco
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