The Murdering Police Officer

Even on Christmas Eve, there were very few places in the south where it could snow. Even if it did, it was merely an occasional weather anomaly that might not occur once in ten or twenty years. A so-called white Christmas naturally existed more in people's imaginations.

Besides, Christmas was, after all, not a traditional holiday in this eastern country.

"But that doesn't stop young men and women from looking forward to Christmas gifts—especially young girls and cute boys."

"Cute boys?"

A puzzled voice suddenly rang out. The speaker was on the rooftop of a building somewhere in the city, and the person asking the question was extremely fat. However, his fatness was not the bloated kind. Rather, he was huge and solid, perhaps an exceptionally powerful man.

He looked to be in his twenties, but could also have been in his thirties, so his age could roughly be defined as that of a young man. He was also extremely gluttonous. Even while speaking, he never stopped eating. More than half a bucket of KFC popcorn had already disappeared. After asking the question, the young man grabbed another handful of popcorn and stuffed it directly into his mouth, leaving plenty of crumbs stuck around his lips.

Although curious, the young man did not seem to care much about getting an answer. In fact, the person he had asked—the one who had initially made the exclamation—had no intention of answering him either.

The extremely fat young man did not care much either. Speaking indistinctly, he continued, "Erix, we should leave as soon as possible. This city is, after all, the territory of the True Dragon of Shenzhou. If that dragon takes notice of us, even we'll find it troublesome. The True Dragon of Shenzhou isn't as easy to fool as those