To raze the raze, so the name is to use the strongman of Xicheng District to manage the order of Xicheng District.

Yifeng's approach is simple, recruit these strongmen into the security forces and pardon them for all their past crimes.

So, in the afternoon of this day, such a notice was posted in various conspicuous positions in Xicheng District.

The content of the notice is as follows:

"Are you still hiding your head and tail for the big mistakes you made when you were young?

Are you still distressed by the fact that your talent is buried and no one appreciates you?

Now none of this is a dream!

As long as you join the Xicheng Security Army, all of this is not a problem!

There's no intrigue, there's no bounty wanted here!

Xicheng Security Army, three insurances and one housing fund, good welfare, good treatment, and welfare for those who perform well!

As soon as the probationary period expires in March, it can be included in the regular establishment of the empire.

Now a large number of people with lofty ideals are recruited, and the number of places is limited.

What are you waiting for? Hurry up and ........"

......

At first glance, you can tell that this tone is the handwriting of some bad guy.

But it must be said that this notice caused a huge sensation in Xicheng District, and soon the courtyard of the police station was filled with a long queue, even stretching to the opposite side of the street, and there was a tendency to expand.

Standing on the balcony railing on the second floor of the security station, the two wine glasses clanged and gently collided together.

Prince Arthur drank it all, looking at the noisy crowd below, and his mouth was slurking.

"Yifeng, I can't help but say, you are doing so beautifully!"

"Of course, you still have to say it?"

At Arthur's side-by-side, Yifeng propped his elbow on the railing, a stinky face.

"The shallow water does not mean that the water in Xicheng District is very shallow. On the contrary, the water here is very deep. If you think about it, the eight kings who can hide in this pool of deep water are nothing more than two situations. The first is to commit a big incident and stay incognito, and the second is to meet the talents, hoping to try their luck in the imperial capital!"

Arthur let out a long exhale, his eyes misty, and said.

"Yes, and you're going to kill them all with your hands. What's even more rare is that these hidden kings are very familiar with the depth of this pool of water. It can be said that they know who is hiding and who has committed something!"

Yifeng smiled and added wine to Arthur.

"And that's not all! Think about it, once these people put on official clothes, they will do it to those who have offended them in the past. Hehe~~, in the same way, what will those who have been repaired by these people think? It can only be said that this snowball is about to roll bigger and bigger!"

Arthur thought about this scene for a moment, shivered all over, and then asked suspiciously.

"I can understand that. Excuse me, what the hell is this probationary period?"

Yifeng snorted proudly.

"Have you ever heard of temporary workers?"

"Temporary?"

Arthur was stunned.

"Temporary workers are the best way to take the blame! You think, these people are unruly, and they will definitely make some kind of trouble, this is the time to ......."

Yifeng smiled without saying a word, and made a push gesture with his hands.

Arthur shuddered, and it took him a long time before he spit out.

"Hey, it's in the hands of your Yifeng, it's hard not to be cheated! Oh, by the way, what is three insurances and one housing fund?"

Yifeng smiled slightly.

"If you want the donkey to go, you have to give him some carrots, right? These three insurances and one housing fund and other benefits can only be found in the regular establishment! Okay, let's not talk about this. Let's go down and see, something seems to be wrong!"

There was indeed a little dispute.

A table was placed in the middle of the courtyard of the security station, and the Mauritian classmates who were forcibly pulled over by Yifeng to help were behind the desk, registering the eight kings who had come to sign up one by one.

And now standing in front of the table there is an unusually conspicuous fat man. I saw him standing with short hair, as if a plough had been ploughed in the middle of a few ravines, and a few short braids were tied behind his head. With bare shoulders, his muscles shone with a swarthy light. The rarest thing is the big belly, high and raised, a living beer keg. Every time he spoke, a few pieces of fat on his chest rippled like waves.

His big fist now slammed into the table.

"Why can people sign up, but I can't when it's my turn!"

Yifeng's eyelids jumped, and he smiled wryly as he went downstairs with Arthur.

"Hey, this Mauritian student still needs to exercise! It would be nice if Alkins was here, but it's a pity that he still has to substitute for the class!"

Behind the table, Mauritius's face flushed, and he whispered softly.

"This, this hero, look at your size, can you do it?"

"Who said no? Who in the entire Xicheng District doesn't know that I'm Oolio? As long as the food is enough, I'm Odio can fight ten by myself, and you dare to say that I can't?"

When he heard this, the fat man who called him Ao Lio was not happy. A mouth, a strong wind blew, almost blowing away the skinny Mauritius.

"Orio, huh?"

Yifeng helped Mauritius by the hand, nodded and motioned for him to give way, pulled over the chair himself, sat down, and picked up the registration form on the table.

"Hmm!"

The fat man looked at Prince Arthur behind Yifeng and the Maginot guards, his arrogance suddenly weakened a little, and he nodded honestly.

"You may be seated!"

Yifeng made a gesture of reaching out.

"I'm the chief here, Baron Yifeng, now I'll evaluate you, okay?"

Ao Lio touched the back of his head stupidly and snorted.

"Don't dare to sit down! If I sit down, I'm afraid this chair will collapse!"

There was a burst of laughter around, and some people were laughing and laughing, and even tears were about to flow out.

Yifeng also couldn't cry or laugh.

"Okay. Tell me what you have or what skills you have?"

"You can eat it! One sheep is not too much for one meal!"

Orio didn't hesitate to open his mouth to come.

The crowd laughed again.

Mauritius tugged at Yifeng's sleeve and attached his ear.

"Mentor, this is purely a foodie, what's the use of keeping him?"

Unexpectedly, Yifeng didn't pay attention to Mauritius, but his eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a glow.

"Do you usually like to fight with people?"

Ao Lio suddenly came to the momentum.

"If you don't fight for a day, your hands will itch!"

Yifeng stood up on the ground, grabbed Orio's big hand excitedly, and shook it enthusiastically.

"Talent! It's just talent! Come on, come on! Our security army needs talent like you!"

Talent, this is still called talent?

Mentor, you're talented, right!?

Mauritius is almost dizzy.

Yifeng got up, pressed Mauritius to the chair, and commanded with a cautious face.

"See, as long as there is a specialty, talents like this must be absorbed!

Prince Arthur also asked with a strange expression.

"Yifeng, you're not mistaken, right?

Yifeng seemed to turn a deaf ear, and his mouth was still praising it.

"Talent! What a rare talent! Whether this Orio will fight or not, I don't know. But looking at this figure, it is certain to resist beating! Think about it, we as a security army will inevitably meet some people who don't pay taxes in the future, so if we ask this Ao Lio to sit in someone's tavern, and eat and make people cry, isn't this a talent?"

Poof.

Prince Arthur fell on his back!

(PS: It's like a dream, it's not a dream, you want Ao Lio has made a grand appearance, see if you're satisfied?, and there's a change around 10 o'clock in the evening, so stay tuned!)