"Hey! Ha!"

The girl tied her hair up high, revealing her plump back of the head. She had a fierce expression on her face, strode forward, and gave a beautiful side kick.

The sandbag was pushed up high under her full force, and then pushed back with the same force.

Bang! The sandbag delivered a beautiful critical hit.

Jiang Ji was pushed out like a kite with a broken string, and fell straight onto the mat, dying peacefully.

Ying Huai, who came to observe the training results: "..."

The expressions of Wei Shengdie and others outside the venue's glass were more wrinkled than ever before.

They had seen the physical training during these days. Even Ye Changli, who had a high tolerance for beauties, could not give Jiang Ji some compliments for his training results against his will.

It’s not that she didn’t work hard enough.

Although Jiang Ji was a bit bad-tempered, she actively threw herself into training after being hit by the training results on the first day.

He even secretly, no, openly, involved everyone in the office.

When she was not working, she could be seen sweating profusely on the treadmill. Ying Huai and a few others passed by to get some water and heard her panting. They walked over curiously to take a look at the speed on the treadmill and walked away in silence.

But after such hard training, my physical fitness finally increased by 0.5 with great difficulty.

From being knocked down by Ying Huai in one move, to being knocked down by Ying Huai in one move.

Her joining also lowered the average strength of the team again. Ajin, Weishengdie, and Ye Changli once occupied the bottom three in the physical test scores of the Investigation Bureau, while Jiang Ji was like a dark horse, and as soon as she appeared, she achieved the lowest score in history.

Recently, there have been rumors within the Investigation Bureau about where Ying Huai found this group of talented people. Among them, only Xue Li, a B-level psychic with some strength, is so lonely and invincible that he found four fathers to lead him.

Of course, the happiest person among them is Ajin, who moved from the last to the second to last. He is no longer at the bottom. After Xue Li and others have let it go, he is the only one who still firmly believes that Jiang Ji will pose a threat to him. He runs to the training ground every day with a bursting sense of crisis.

The two of them rolled around each other, reaching a strange balance.

Xue Li murmured, "Boss, do you think Jiang Ji really has a talent for fighting?"

Hearing Xue Li's words, the girl with dead eyes on the mat also looked over, and her lifeless face was filled with hope.

"Hmm..." Ying Huai calmly withdrew his gaze, "Why not?"

Snap, the light in his eyes went out again.

The first week was spent in training. Jiang Ji packed up his things at 59 minutes and suddenly looked at A Jin who was sitting at his workstation writing a report with a bitter face. "Little Chicken, do you have any plans tonight?"

Ah Jin poked his head out from behind the computer and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I heard there's a new bar opening downtown. They're having a mask-themed party lately. It's been very lively with free drinking. Do you want to go check it out tonight?"

"Huh?" The invitation came so suddenly that Ah Jin subconsciously looked at other workstations, but everyone else had been called away for meetings. There were only the two of them left in the office. "Just the two of us?"

"You can call other people," Jiang Ji said, "Don't you always say you have a sister next door? Call her!"

"My sister, don't talk nonsense!"

The baby face opposite turned red instantly. It was not the blush of embarrassment from having its true feelings touched, but the blush of fear.

The Paramecium protagonist in the hot-blooded comic finally came to his senses after An Rou's death. In the early days, he always treated An Rou as a close friend.

But under Jiang Ji's instigation, Ajin was also tempted and quietly took out his mobile phone to send a message.

[Anrou, cool, bar, understand? ]

There was a black car parked in the alley outside the Investigation Bureau building.

A middle-aged man in a gray gown sat in the back seat, resting his eyes.

In the co-pilot seat, his subordinate was describing his plan: "Jiang Ji will leave the Investigation Bureau at the hour, without a minute's delay. We have arranged for a pregnant woman pretending to be sick to appear on her path. As long as we lead her to this alley, no one will notice..."

This is the most primitive method and will not produce any fluctuations in mental power.

The Investigation Bureau is next door, which is within Ying Huai's coverage area, so he cannot allow them to run rampant.

"Yeah." The man in gray responded without any emotion.

The time soon came to ten past five.

The middle-aged man's tone was sinister: "Five o'clock?"

The cold and foul smell spread in the car, clinging to the subordinate's neck like a venomous snake. The subordinate wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Maybe it's because I worked overtime today. As expected, these people in the Investigation Bureau can even discipline the stubborn post-2000s. Damn it."

Half past five.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "Waste!"

His greasy hair suddenly grew in size, wrapped around his subordinate's neck, and quickly tightened: "What use do I have for you!"

"She'll be out very soon—" The subordinate's face turned pale and blue, his hands tightly grasped his gradually gathering hair, and he struggled to squeeze out a complete sentence from his mouth, "Ten minutes at most!"

Six o'clock.

The subordinate's eyes were bloodshot, his head tilted as he slumped over the passenger seat, the bloodstains on his neck were purple and blue, and he was no longer breathing.

The driver's hands were shaking as he held the steering wheel, and he didn't dare turn his head to look back.

Half past six.

The driver slumped in the driving seat, his flowing hair covering the two bodies until they were sucked dry.

The middle-aged man had cheeks as rosy as a baby's, and looked to be in his early twenties at most. His broad face was as melted as wax. He skillfully manipulated his cheeks with his hands, and soon created an extraordinarily handsome face. He pushed open the car door and got out.

This is the last day, and we must get news about the Night Watch today.

"Ajin, here!"

The girl in the white dress trotted over and was stunned when she saw Jiang Ji.

She thought today was a private date between her and Ajin.

"Jiang Ji, this is An Rou, my best buddy." Ah Jin didn't notice the girl's mood swings at all, and introduced her very tactlessly, "An Rou, this is Jiang Ji, my new teammate."

Jiang Ji sighed in his heart and greeted the girl with a smile: "Hello, we meet again, Officer An. I was the one who called the police on the Lihua Apartment case." An Rou was the operator who comforted her throughout the whole process and ended the call only when Ying Huai and others arrived.

"Hey!" An Rou widened her eyes, "I remember now!"

Jiang Ji knew how to win other people's favor. With just a few words, An Rou felt sorry for not meeting him earlier. The sense of crisis she had felt when she first met Jiang Ji disappeared, leaving only a sense of intimacy. "You really are such a good person!"