"It's not like anywhere else, the law doesn't work as well as you think." The business manager said as he looked at the moon canglian, intentionally or unintentionally, "Especially for guests like you, you need to be more cautious......

Speaking of this, a hint of gloom appeared on the face of the business manager.

"A few days ago, a guest didn't listen to my advice, and in order to save money, he went to live outside, but he had an accident, his money was robbed, and his life was lost." The business manager shook his head, sighed, then raised his eyebrows, and said, "So, you'd better listen to me, otherwise you will lose your life in vain, and the gain will outweigh the loss......"

The old k, who was standing with his hands down, frowned. The threat in the other party's tone can be heard by anyone, and the perverse look makes people very uncomfortable.

"What's your name?" Old K stepped forward and asked, his voice resounding. Maintaining the dignity of the master is the mission of every steward. In this situation, he is duty-bound.

"Huang Cong." The business manager straightened his collar and replied with his head tilted, looking a little arrogant, as if he was very proud of his identity.

Lao K stiffened his poker face and said solemnly, "Mr. Huang Cong, I must remind you that you are talking to a baron!" ”

"Baron?" Business Manager Huang Cong's tone was very disdainful, "Gentlemen, ladies, I must also remind you that this is the capital of freedom, and the rules of Ice Blue City do not work here, and it is not a knighthood here, but a fist." Huang Cong raised his fists, looking like "teach you to be a man".

Old K had an angry look on his face, probably the first time in his entire career that he had encountered such an impudent business manager. I saw his fists clenched, and the shoulders of his gown swelled up, like an enraged brown bear. At this moment, Chen Xing stretched out his hand to stop him.

"You just said the law doesn't work, right?" Chen Xing stared at Huang Cong's eyes and asked calmly.

"That's right!" Huang Cong raised his head and said.

"It's a fist, isn't it?" Chen Xing asked again.

"That's right!" Huang Cong still raised his head, looking like "my strength is very strong, and my background is great".

"Then tell me, is my fist hard?" Chen Xing raised his fist with a smile on his face.

Huang Cong was stunned at first, seemed to be a little scared, and involuntarily shrank back, his two small eyes looking left and right like hamsters that had been caught stealing rice, and he was extremely panicked.

A few seconds later, probably remembering his identity, or the familiar environment around him gave him confidence, Huang Cong regained his confidence, and his chest reopened.

"It's a newcomer, whether it's hard or not, who knows." Huang Cong tilted his head, looking confident.

"Really?" Before the words fell, Chen Xing suddenly made a move and slapped the other party's sour and narrow face. only heard a "pop", and Huang Cong's whole person was slapped to the ground.

Huang Cong struggled to get up, covering his face, his startled pupils reflecting the leather boots that were pacing.

"Next time you're looking for a target, it's best to bring your eyes ......"

"Otherwise, you won't even know how you died!"

Chen Xing's vicious words took everyone away. In this mixed city of freedom, the best way is to tell everyone at the beginning - you are a ruthless person, if you want to eat meat, you will trade your life! Otherwise, the flies will swarm and eat all the bones and dregs.

Even a tiger can get a headache when faced with an overwhelming number of flies.

As the amateur manager just said, the binding force of the law is very low in the capital of freedom. Although Sanchahe City is within the coverage area of the clear network signal, the laws in the city are different from other places.

The largest number of people here are mercenaries and merchants, all of whom are money-oriented and have low moral standards. A drunken quarrel can quickly turn into a fight, or even a fight, and foul language is a way of communicating with each other, which is very different from a civilized city.

Mercenaries are unrestrained, and those who are willing to follow the rules have long been in the regular army, so why bother to live this kind of precarious life of licking blood with a knife.

What mercenaries seek is freedom, ultimate freedom. Life and death are downbeat, if you don't accept it, you will do it, you will be happy with revenge, drunk and dreaming of death. It is even harder to get these people to obey the rules than to ascend to the sky. Therefore, many mercenaries are reluctant to live in big cities even if they are retired and have a large amount of savings. They prefer pitch-black wilderness to clean neighborhoods.

Faced with this situation, the Sanchahe City Autonomous Committee strongly demanded that the restrictions be relaxed. The purpose of the clear network system is to better serve human society, and the management rules will be adjusted according to the requirements of local officials.

In Sanchahe City, fights and brawls are commonplace, and as long as no one is killed, the official will basically not pursue it.

Walking out of the free trade building, three military off-road vehicles roared in. A fat, strong, tall officer got out of the car, it was the big cat.

The two tacitly shook hands with their wrists, and then got into the car without saying a word in between. After all, this is a place of chaos, and it is not suitable to stand on the side of the street and chat, especially since Chen Xing looks like a rich man now.

The camp of the Master Regiment was on the outskirts of the city, about ten acres of land, and dark green military tents were set up on it. From the Black Death Continent to the present, the number of masters has not increased much, and it is still more than two hundred.

The reason why there has been no expansion is that, on the one hand, it is cheap to hire people and expensive to raise people, and if the troops do not have tasks, they will keep burning money and not making money, and on the other hand, there is a lack of grass-roots officers, and the squad is too small to expand.

There are not enough rank and file officers, and even if they have the money to expand their numbers and armaments, there is no way to guarantee loyalty. The rapidly expanding team is a scattered mess and has no combat effectiveness. Chen Xing's team is weak, and there are only a few brothers who follow him, unlike the Lei Guang Regiment, which has a strong team, at least it can support a medium-sized mercenary group.

Of course, junior officers can also be hired, but it takes time and tasks to verify. The road knows the horsepower, and the people will see it for a long time.

"Mr. Qin, what kind of wind blew you here, is it the southeast or the northwest wind, I thought you had forgotten that there was a poor little black man here."

In the camp, Cassie opened his arms to meet him, and after discovering Chen Xing's fierce gaze, he immediately switched to bumping fists to greet him.

"Mayor of the town, in good health." Lao Ji hugged his fists to greet him.

Both of them were asked to be brought by the big cat, Lao Ji is good at planning, Cassie is good at fighting, and he is the right-hand man of the master group.

It's a pity that the ghost fox was rebelled, otherwise he would also be a leading general. As soon as he thought of Aqiaomu, Chen Xing hated him so much that his teeth itched, and he pried three corners of the wall at once, and suffered heavy losses. If it weren't for that, it would still be very fashionable for the maid team to bring it out now.

"Someone from outside the camp came to visit, saying that it was the steward of the FB hotel, saying that we had injured their people and asking for compensation."

Soon after sitting down, someone came to the door, and Chen Xing waved his hand and opened the door to welcome the guests.

What should come will always come, whether it is a mule or a horse, you will know it by yo-yo.