C512 The Smell of the Patrol Officer's Soul

That sword ray was simple and unadorned, yet it had left a deep impression on everyone present.

Where in the world did he get such a simple-minded look? How dare he touch the dignified Patrol Officer Zhong Nan?

"Bastard!"

The Central South Patrol Officer, who had his body broken, cursed, flustered and exasperated as he condensed countless baleful whips