Blood-red wine, rippling in a transparent glass.

The lights are bright, the drinks swirl, and they exude a bewitching and mysterious color, just like this casino in the dark West Side.

The two glasses touched slightly.

Yifeng narrowed his eyes and spat lightly.

"So, the good news is that my job has been settled?"

Prince Arthur picked up the bottle and poured it into Yifeng and his own glasses, and shook them gently.

"The bad news is also this!

"Westside?"

Yifeng was terrifying and frightened.

"Needless to say, it must have been the idea of the eldest prince and others?"

The whole of Atlanta is divided into four districts: south, east, west, and west. The royal palace is located in the middle, the eastern district is the most prosperous, the southern city is beautiful, and the northern city is the most heavily defended. And the West Side is the dirtiest, most backward place, a scar on the pearl of Atlanta.

The western part of the city is close to the wharf, and tons of fish and other catches are brought into Atlanta every day and dispersed to various urban areas. It is a stinking place where coolies, small traders, and homeless pickpockets are alive. Of course, there are also various dark forces, mission halls, mercenaries and other organizations are mixed, and the security is quite poor.

It can be said that transferring Yifeng here to be a sheriff is a big hole.

Yifeng's surprise is understandable.

"The errand is drudgery, but I hope Yifeng can take it!"

Prince Arthur did not answer Yifeng's question directly, but pushed the window open.

The high-rise buildings at midnight, the evening breeze was crisp, the hair was a little messy, and there was a slightly fishy damp smell from the tip of the nose.

The lights of the homes were lit, and the occasional cry of a child and the invective of a shrew could be heard in the distance, which was the nocturne of the lower classes of the city.

Prince Arthur exhaled deeply, pointed to the bustling pedestrians below, and said.

"Yifeng, standing here, what do you see?"

Yifeng poked his head out and looked around for a while.

"Gold coins, countless gold coins?"

Prince Arthur took a sip of old wine and squirted far away.

"Bastard, this is an opportunity, this is a challenge!"

Prince Arthur began to tug at Yifeng's collar, and when he opened his mouth, there was a burst of wine.

"This is the meeting place of all the underground forces in Atlanta! This is the most sensitive place in the whole of Atlanta! It is no exaggeration to say that if His Majesty Father sneezes at night, there will be a gust of wind and grass here!"

Prince Arthur began to shake Yifeng's shoulders vigorously.

"Do you understand? whoever controls this place is the ...... of all of Atlantans."

Yifeng smoothly connected.

"Boss Scoop Boss?" or the underworld boss?"

Burst~~~

Irabella squirted too.

"Haha, this statement is also vivid!"

She began to roll around in bed without a ladylike demeanor.

"King of the Underground!"

Prince Arthur's face began to twitch, and he gritted his teeth almost word for word.

"What kind of king is not a king, to put it bluntly, he is not an underworld boss, but he is just wearing an official robe!"

Yifeng gently twisted Prince Arthur's finger away, pointed to his nose and said.

"What's the benefit?"

Prince Arthur was deflated at once.

"Regular, my father has placed great hopes on you this time. A hundred knights and four hundred security forces were specially given!"

"Cut~~"

Yifeng rolled his eyes and blew lightly, and the wine rippled slightly.

"That's it, you still want my brother to die!?"

"Imperial Capital, this is Imperial Capital!"

Prince Arthur is going crazy.

"Even my father's Imperial Forest Army is only three thousand, how many more do you want?"

"Okay!"

Yifeng smashed his mouth and raised a new question.

"According to His Highness, this should be very important! Why does such a good errand fall on my brother?"

Prince Arthur also let out a long sigh.

"It's not easy to do! The first few have either disappeared mysteriously or died inexplicably in some stinky ditch. The most recent person to take office is the big brother's person, and he just doesn't care about anything. ”

"What?"

Yifeng jumped up suddenly.

"Do the dirty work and the tiring work call my brother to do it?"

"Don't worry!"

Prince Arthur stopped Yifeng's rage and let out a sigh of relief.

"You have the right to tax!"

He swiped his finger across the entire Xicheng District.

"You can collect taxes from all shops or stalls, as long as it is not too excessive and does not provoke civil unrest!"

"Say it earlier!"

Yifeng turned his anger to joy and began to put his arms on Arthur's shoulders affectionately.

In a word, my brother can help you do things, but what about this manpower? You have to give a few, right?"

Arthur: "......."

............

But the next day, Yifeng quickly regretted his reckless absoluteness.

At this moment, accompanied by Prince Arthur and Maginot and others, he was standing outside the gate of the Xicheng District Security Office.

It is a large house in disrepair, and its towering spire still shows its former glory. But there was no doubt that it was now in decline, and at the rusty gate of the doorway, two small soldiers were listlessly dozing against the door frame.

The yard was overgrown with weeds and the bluestone steps were covered with moss. There was a tattered gate above, and the wind clattered loudly.

The former sheriff, Viscount George Bernard Shaw, stood on the steps and warmly welcomed the arrival of Yifeng and the others.

He had gray hair, which was cleverly disguised by a hat. Big and a little red nose, the big one opened his arms to the wind.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, you're finally here!"

Yifeng was a little stunned for a moment. After eating enough of the white eyes of His Royal Highness the Great Prince, he even began to wonder if his eyes were flowered.

Because the big-nosed sheriff seemed to have a hint of crying.

But soon, Yifeng knew why this Viscount Bernard Shaw was so enthusiastic.

Pushed open the creaky door, and the whole room was unobstructed. There are not many people, about a few clerks and clerks come and go in a hurry to pack a personal belongings, look at this posture and wait for Yifeng to hand over and leave directly.

This feeling is even more pronounced when he follows Viscount Bernard Shaw up the creaking stairs to the second floor.

The four walls of the house are not enough to describe the tragic situation here. The walls are mottled with tiny cracks that extend to the roof. An oil painting of His Majesty the King, missing a corner, half-drooping by the wind blowing through the broken window.

Behind a three-legged wooden red table, Viscount George Bernard Shaw pressed Yifeng on the chair, threw a seal, a few keys and a stack of papers and slapped it in front of Yifeng.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, from now on, this place will belong to you!"

His relieved appearance made Yifeng wonder if this was a wolf's den.

In fact, it's not even a kennel here.

Before Yifeng could take the key, he heard a loud bang outside, and the whole building trembled.

"Sheriff, damn sheriff!

With this roar, the iron door was crooked to the side, like a dog's mouth with missing front teeth.

The two soldiers standing guard shrank in the corner like quails, shivering.

Yifeng pointed to his nose with a stunned expression.

"This is still a police station!? Brother, I guess I'm in the refugee camp, right?"

(PS: Hurry early and late, it's finally delivered on time!The second chapter is sent, and the students who have tickets give a few tickets, if you can't grab the red envelope!)