Data Wasteland

"It's not like other places. The law is not as effective as you think." While talking, the business manager looked at Jian Yuecanglian intentionally or unintentionally, "Especially for guests like you, you need to be more cautious... "

Speaking of this, a gloomy look appeared on the face of the business manager.

"A few days ago, a customer refused to listen to my advice. In order to save money, he ran outside to live, but an accident happened. The money was robbed and his life was lost." The business manager shook his head and sighed grimly. Then he raised his brows and said, "So, you better listen to me, or you will lose your lives in vain, but you will lose more than you gain..."

Old K, standing with his hands down, frowned. The threat in the opponent's tone could be heard by anyone, and the perverse look made people very uncomfortable.

"What's your name?" Old K stepped forward and asked with a loud voice. Maintaining the dignity of the owner is the mission of every housekeeper. In this situation, he has no shirk responsibility.

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

Old K said with a sullen poker face, "Mr. Huang Cong, I must remind you that you are talking to a baron!"

"Baron?" Huang Cong, the business manager, said in a disdainful tone. "Gentlemen and ladies, I must also remind you that this is the capital of freedom. The rules of the Ice Blue City do not work here. It is not based on the title. It's a fist." Huang Cong raised his fist as if "teaching you to be a man".

Old K showed an angry face. It was probably the first time in his entire career that he had encountered such a rude business manager. He clenched his fists, and the shoulders of his dress swelled up, like an irritated brown bear. At this moment, Chen Xing stretched out his hand to stop him.

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

"Yes!" Huang Cong raised his head and said.

"It depends on the fist, right?" Chen Xing asked again.

"Yes!" Huang Cong still raised his head, looking like "I am very strong 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 taken aback for a moment, as if a little scared, he involuntarily shrank back, with two small eyes.

Looking around like a hamster who has been caught stealing rice, he looks in a hurry.

A few seconds later, probably because he remembered his identity, or the familiar surrounding environment gave him confidence, Huang Cong regained his confidence, and his chest was stunned again.

"Who knows whether it's a newcomer or not." Huang Cong raised his head with a confident look.

"Really?" Before he could say anything, Chen Xing suddenly shot, slapped the opponent's sour and narrow face with a slap. Only heard a "pop", Huang Cong was slapped on the ground.

Huang Cong struggled to get up, covering his face, his suspicious pupils reflected the pacing leather boots.

"Next time you are looking for a goal, it is best to bring your eyes..."

"Otherwise you don't even know how you died!"

Chen Xing left behind a vicious sentence, leading everyone away. In this free capital of mixed fish and dragons, the best way is to tell everyone at the beginning-you are a ruthless person, and if you want to eat meat, you can get your life in exchange for it! Otherwise, the flies will swarm up, and there will be no bones left.

Even tigers can feel headaches when facing overwhelming flies.

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

The most numerous here are mercenaries and businessmen, all of whom are money first and low moral standards. A squabble after drinking will quickly evolve into a gang fight, or even a fight. Foul language is a way of communicating with each other, which is completely different from a civilized city.

Mercenaries are unrestrained and willing to follow the rules to become a regular army, so why live the precarious days of licking blood.

The mercenary pursues freedom, the ultimate freedom. Life and death are indifferent, just do it if you don't accept it, happily enmity, drunk life and dream. It is harder for these people to obey the rules than to get to the sky. Therefore, many mercenaries are unwilling to live in big cities even if they are retired and have a large deposit. They prefer dark wilderness to clean neighborhoods.

Faced with this situation, the Sanchahecheng Autonomous Committee strongly urged relaxation of restrictions. The purpose of the clearnet system is to better serve the human society, and the management rules will be adjusted in accordance with the requirements of local officials.

In Sanchahe City, fighting is home

It's commonplace, as long as it doesn't kill people, the government will basically not hold it accountable.

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 shook hands tacitly with their wrists, and then got into the car without saying a word. After all, this is a chaotic place, not suitable for standing on the street to chat, especially Chen Xing looks like a rich man now.

The camp of the master group is on the outskirts of the city, about ten acres of land, with dark green military tents on it. From the Black Death Continent to the present, the number of the master group has not increased much, it is still more than two hundred.

The reason for the lack of expansion is that, on the one hand, hiring people is cheap and raising people is expensive. If the troops have no tasks, they will keep burning money without making money. On the other hand, there are no grass-roots officers and the team is too small to expand.

There are not enough grassroots 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 just a pile of scattered sand, with no combat effectiveness. Chen Xing's team is weak, and there are only a few brothers who follow him. Unlike the Leiguang team, which is strong, it can at least support a medium-sized mercenary team.

Of course, basic-level officers can also be hired, but it takes time and tasks to verify. Lu Yao knows horsepower and sees people's hearts over time.

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

In the camp, Cassie greeted him with open arms. After seeing Chen Xing's fierce gaze, he immediately greeted him with a fist.

"My lord mayor, you are in good health." Old Ji clasped his fists to greet him.

Both of them were brought by the big cat. Old Ji was good at planning, and Cassie was good at fighting, and was the right-hand man of the master group.

It is a pity that the ghost fox has been instigated, otherwise he is also a leading general. Thinking of A Qiaomu, Chen Xing hated his teeth and pried three corners of him at once, and suffered heavy losses. If it weren't for this, now the maid team is still very popular.

"Someone came from outside the camp, saying that it was the steward of the FB hotel, and that we had injured their person and demanded compensation."

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

The one who should come will always come, it's a mule or a horse, and you will know it by walking around.