"This place is not like other places, the law is not as effective as you think." The business manager said, while looking at Jian Yue Canglian intentionally or unintentionally, "Especially for guests like you, you need to be more cautious... "
Having said this, a gloomy look appeared on the business manager's face.
"A few days ago, a customer didn't listen to my advice. In order to save money, he went to live outside. As a result, something happened. His money was robbed and his life was lost." The business manager shook his head and sighed sadly. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "So, you'd better listen to me, otherwise you will lose your life in vain, and the gain will not be worth the loss..."
Old K, who stood aside with his hands down, frowned. Anyone can hear the threat in the other person's tone, and the perverse look on his face makes people very uncomfortable.
"What's your name?" Old K took a step forward and asked, his voice loud and clear. Maintaining the dignity of the owner is the mission of every butler. In this situation, he has no choice but to take responsibility.
"Huang Cong." The business manager straightened his collar and answered with his head raised, looking a little arrogant, as if he was very proud of his identity.
Old K put on a poker face and said seriously, "Mr. Huang Cong, I must remind you that you are talking to a baron!"
"Baron?" Business manager Huang Cong said in a very disdainful tone, "Gentlemen and ladies, I must also remind you that this is the city of freedom. The rules of Ice Blue City do not apply here. What matters here is not the title, but the title. It's a fist." Huang Cong raised his fist and looked like he was "teaching you how to be a good person."
Old K looked angry. It was probably the first time in his entire career that he had encountered such a rude business manager. His fists were clenched, and the shoulders of his tuxedo swelled, like an enraged brown bear. At this moment, Chen Xing reached out and stopped him.
"You just said that the law doesn't work, right?" Chen Xing stared into Huang Cong's eyes and asked calmly.
"That's right!" Huang Cong raised his head and said.
"You rely on your fists, right?" Chen Xing asked again.
"That's right!" Huang Cong still raised his head, looking like "I am very powerful and have a great background."
"Then tell me, is my fist hard?" Chen Xing raised his fist with a smile on his face.
Huang Cong was stunned at first, as if he was a little scared, and he shrank back involuntarily, his two small eyes looking around like a hamster caught stealing rice, in a panic.
After a few seconds, probably because he remembered his identity or because the familiar environment around him gave him confidence, Huang Cong regained his confidence and his chest felt strong again.
"It's my first time here, who knows whether it's tough or not." Huang Cong raised his head, looking confident.
"Really?" Before he finished speaking, Chen Xing suddenly took action and slapped the other party's sharp and narrow face. There was only a "pop" sound, and Huang Cong was slapped to the ground.
Huang Cong struggled to get up, covering his face, and the pacing leather boots were reflected in his confused pupils.
"Next time you're looking for a target, you'd better bring your eyes..."
"Otherwise you won't even know how you died!"
Chen Xing's vicious words led everyone away. In this city of freedom where people are mixed, the best way is to tell everyone at the beginning - you are a ruthless person, if you want to eat meat, you will have to sacrifice your life! Otherwise, the flies will swarm up and eat all the bones and scraps.
Even a tiger will feel 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 city of freedom. Although Sanchahe City is within the clear network signal coverage, the laws in the city are different from those in other places.
The largest number of people here are mercenaries and businessmen, who are all money-oriented people with low moral standards. A drunken quarrel can quickly turn into a group fight or even a fight. Vulgar language is the way to communicate with each other, which is completely different from that in civilized cities.
Mercenaries are free-spirited, and those who are willing to follow the rules would have joined the regular army long ago. Why should they live a precarious life like this?
What mercenaries pursue is freedom, the ultimate freedom. Take life and death lightly, do it if you don't accept it, enjoy grudges and indulge in dreams of life and death. Asking these people to abide by the rules is simply as difficult as climbing to the sky. Therefore, even if many mercenaries retire and have a large amount of savings, they are not willing to live in big cities. They prefer dark wilderness to clean neighborhoods.
Faced with this situation, the Sanchahe City Autonomous Committee strongly demanded that restrictions be relaxed. The purpose of the clearnet system is to better serve human society, and management rules will be adjusted in accordance with local official requirements.
In Sanchahe City, fights are commonplace, and as long as no one is killed, the officials will basically not pursue them.
Walking out of the Free Trade Building, three military off-road vehicles roared over. A fat, strong, and tall officer got out of the car. It was Big Cat.
The two shook hands tacitly, and then got into the car without saying a word. After all, this is a place of chaos and not suitable for standing on the street chatting, especially since Chen Xing looks like a rich man now.
The master group's camp is on the outskirts of the city, on about ten acres of land, with dark green military tents set up on it. From the Black Death Continent to now, the number of masters in the master group has not increased much, and it is still more than two hundred people.
The reason why there is no expansion is that it is cheap to hire people but expensive to raise them. If the army does not have a mission, it will continue to burn money and make no revenue. On the other hand, there is a lack of grassroots officers and the team is too small to expand.
There are not enough grassroots officers, and even if there is money to expand the number and armament, there is no way to ensure loyalty. The rapidly expanding team was just a mess, with no fighting power. Chen Xing's team is weak, and he only has a few brothers who follow him. Unlike the Lei Guang Regiment, which has a strong team, it can at least support a medium-sized mercenary group.
Of course, junior officers can also be hired, but it takes time and tasks to verify. Horsepower can be seen from a distance, and people's hearts can be seen from time to time.
"Mr. Qin, what kind of wind brought you here? Is it the southeast or northwest wind? I thought you had forgotten that there is a poor little black man here."
In the camp, Cassie came up to him with open arms. After noticing Chen Xing's sharp gaze, he immediately changed his fist bump to greet him.
"Mr. Mayor, you are in good health." Lao Ji greeted him with clasped fists.
Both of them were brought along at the request of Big Cat. Lao Ji was good at planning and Kasi was good at fighting. They were the right-hand men of the master group.
It's a pity that Guihu was instigated to rebel, otherwise he would have been a leading general. When Chen Xing thought of Ah Qiaomu, his teeth itched with hatred, and he pried him off three corners at once, causing heavy losses. If not for this, the maid team would still be very popular now.
"Someone came to visit outside the camp and said they were the stewards of the FB Hotel. They said we had injured one of their people and demanded compensation."
Not long after he sat down, someone came to the door. Chen Xing waved his hand and opened the door to welcome the guests.
What is supposed to come will always come, whether it is a mule or a horse, Liuliu will know.
