Wang Xing followed the other party to the Iron Hand Regiment's station.
It's said to be a residence, but it's actually a bar marked along the way. It's just that this Iron Hand group is probably quite powerful. There is only one fist mark of the Iron Hand group in the whole bar.
When you open the door, it's almost like an ordinary bar. It's about 100 square meters, usually with square tables and a few chairs. There are some boxes piled up in the slightly vacant space on the other side.
There is a map hanging on the side wall. From the marks on it, it can be seen that there are areas divided according to the sky, with Jukeng Town in the middle. There are many special little dots around, with chess pieces of different colors inserted.
The front of the bar is the counter, and small doors on both sides lead to the back.
Wang Xing judged from the light and shadow that the place leading to the left should be indoors, and the right was outdoor, probably the small yard at the back.
There were not many people in the bar. There was a person sitting behind the counter, recording something unknown, with a large box on hand.
Hearing the sound, the person behind the bar wondered: "You're back so soon?"
The person who led Wang Xing smiled and said: "I'm lucky, I saw a good young man with good strength, so I brought him back to have a look and discuss it."
The expressions of the people at the counter changed, and finally they lowered their heads and said nothing.
Wang Xing followed the person who led him and found a table to sit down at. The other party asked: "Our Iron Hand Group is in Jukeng Town. In addition to the mayor and the president's team, it is our dozen or so largest teams. We can provide You provide good treatment and environment, but you also need to prove your worth.”
After a brief exchange of words, the other party started the most basic inquiries as usual.
"First of all, your strength should not be like this when you woke up in the dead world. Can you tell me where you were before and what teams you have joined?"
Inquiries about origins are naturally a top priority.
Wang Xing said vaguely: "I woke up in the wild. I didn't know the place at all. I met a few people and walked through some woods with them. Then they used materials to lure a three-eyed squirrel, and cultivated it more and more. The bigger, then..."
Wang Xing paused and said helplessly: "Then they were eaten by three-eyed squirrels. I ran away all the way and came across a tree house around Jukeng Town. I came here after being introduced by someone there."
Except for the strangers I met, all the other memories of this experience are real.
Including the traces of his life on the side of the three-eyed squirrel, plus the three-eyed squirrel that became huge, these are not false.
However, regarding Wang Xing's vague origin, the person who asked the question frowned slightly, but in the end he said nothing and continued to ask Wang Xing other questions.
What was his identity and means before he came to the world of death? Did he know what kind of dangerous death he encountered? After asking all kinds of questions, two hours passed.
Wang Xing made up his identity very casually.
His identity was not false. He was the young master of the Chamber of Commerce in Quan'an City. However, due to changes in the city, a group of strong men suddenly appeared and wiped out all the small and medium-sized forces in order to clear the place.
However, Wang Xing did not explicitly mention his unparalleled power when it came to his cultivation, but also used flesh and blood martial arts as an excuse.
After explaining the simple origins, the inquirers also began to make requests to Wang Xing.
If you want to join the Iron Hands, you must naturally prove your abilities. And because Wang Xing had not submitted a mission before, it would have been impossible to go there. Otherwise, the news that the person over there was dead proved that he was somehow considered a suspect, which would be troublesome after all.
Fortunately, the Iron Hands didn't care about other places' evaluations of their strength. The ratings from the Tourist Institute might be false, but given the tasks given by the Iron Hands, at least they could see Wang Xing's strength and methods more intuitively.
While speaking, Wang Xing did not forget his identity and strength.
Now that he finally caught someone who knew a lot, he took full advantage of his ignorance and started questioning directly.
More than two hours passed, and the person who asked the question became impatient and began to urge Wang Xing to do things. Wang Xingcai stopped without finishing his thoughts.
After leaving the Iron Hand Regiment's station.
The person who asked Wang Xing also breathed a sigh of relief. He complained: "When I met a slightly capable stranger, I thought he was a spy sent from other towns. How could he be so incapable of disguise? Now I know, this is a man who knows everything." Ordinary people who don’t know!”
The person sitting at the counter smiled and said: "Since he is an ordinary person, why do you still talk to him so much? Wouldn't it be better to get rid of him earlier?"
"If I hadn't fully understood his ignorance, how could I have confirmed his identity as an ordinary person." The person who asked Wang Xing said: "Okay, now I'm fooling a third-class person into going to a dangerous place to delay time. We don't have to go." It’s a risk, and all that’s left is to wait for them to come back in half a month.”
The person at the bar asked: "Just let a third-class person die like this. With such strength, wouldn't it be good to absorb him into our Iron Hands?"
"Of course it was possible in the past, but now that the dangerous area is getting violent and the strong man is not around, absorb him alone, and we will suppress the dangerous area. We will be the casualties, but this person and the Iron Hand will get the benefits. Why? "
It was obviously in the Iron Hand Regiment's residence, but neither the speaker nor the person at the bar refuted.
Although they joined the Iron Hands, for such a long time, the good things of making big money outside were not their turn. Instead, they were worried every time they dealt with dangerous areas, for fear that they would die at some point.
The Iron Hand Regiment is just a place where they work, and it's not their own industry. That's pretty much it. So what's the point of fighting?
…
outside the city.
Wang Xing moves very quickly.
After he said goodbye to the people who entertained him in the Iron Hands, he rushed towards the target location without stopping.
When talking with the people of the Iron Hand Regiment, Wang Xing gained an understanding of the entire Jukeng Town from a higher level, but also knew what level his own strength was in Jukeng Town.
Although Jukeng Town is a small town on the surface, the world of death is completely different from the real world.
In the real world, even if there are powerful people who create a world in the chaotic void, the entire world is still composed of most ordinary people supporting a small number of elites through farming and production.
Suitable combat power is born among the elites and gradually transferred to the strong.
But people in the dead world are all people who have been resurrected. They are born without the need to grow up, and they don't need a lot of food and drink. In the dead world, many materials are easily available.
Relying on the white money created by the mysterious queen, ordinary people can live well as long as they search for resources from various places according to the rules.
