Hong Kong Crossover: Am I in the Traffic Enforcement and Control Unit?

Disgusting. One minute he was disgusted by the other person's drug trafficking, the next he slept with her because of her looks. Has he never seen a woman before?

Brother, please don't write about stutterers being lovers or anything like that. There's been too much of that. A short, thieving woman... There are so many normal ones on Hong Kong variety shows already. There's no need for that.

The author hasn't shaken off the wordiness problem; even a single thought of a character requires a long essay, which is incredibly jarring and full of assumptions. With this level of writing, the author still refuses to listen to advice.

Has Qidian declined? Are there fewer resources? Or are the quality all too high? How come they can't even pick out eight books?

😰😰😰 What kind of rubbish is this? Even a Teddy dog ​​wouldn't be this bad. It's like it's attacking anyone it sees. Has the author been suppressing its feelings for centuries?

First, "" (chai lao) is an absolutely derogatory term. Even Yu Zilang's own sister in "D. I. E." Called him that, and he was still unhappy about it, let alone other people! People refer to themselves as "" (chai ren), and the police station is colloquially called "" (chai guan). No one would call themselves "," just like a policeman wouldn't call himself "" (tiao zi).

Don't look at him, this "Evening Breeze of the Sun" is deliberately trying to disgust people. First, he says how much he hates drug dealers, then he gets involved with a female drug dealer. Go to hell!

You're talking about justice in a colony! What kind of justice is that? It's scheming against the British and killing them that's justice.

The beginning was bad enough, barely enough to skim through. But by chapter 264, a senior inspector, a billionaire, had his car scratched by thugs and then pretended to be someone else to get revenge. It's like his cerebellum isn't fully developed yet.

Since you're writing Hong Kong variety shows, don't just sleep with every woman you see, regardless of social class. Movies are movies, and reality is reality. The characters in your book live in a two-dimensional world called fiction. Readers need to feel a connection to the characters to keep reading! Think about it: in real life, would you sleep with a drug dealer without any prejudice?