"Oh ho, your purse here can't be that small, can it?"
George slapped a shifty-looking professional to the ground with his scabbard. A city management officer stepped forward, snatched the money bag the man had hidden, and, leveraging the power established by the little fox, used excessive force to enforce the law, which was perfectly reasonable.
"My lord, this is a token of my loyalty to the little fox, please take a look..."
The professional who had been brutally beaten covered his bruised right cheek, but had no choice but to put on a fawning expression and try to please him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I felt a sense of awe as I watched the little fox talking to the higher-ups.
They were able to set aside their pride and endure humiliation, all for the sake of striving for a bright and promising future.
"Huh? The quota for urban management officers is already full. Don't you see we have a whole bunch of prospective urban management officers lined up waiting for the quota to be expanded?"
George took out a notebook, which had a trace of blood on the outside, but was relatively well preserved.
The front of the diary lists the names of all the city management officers, while the back contains George's diary, which recounts his journey from being a homeless man to being chosen by the little fox, his adventures with the little fox, his friendly law enforcement, his work at the tavern to gain recognition and reputation, his battle of wits with Jerry the bear to win the position of second vice-captain, his secret betrayal of Trump, his first clumsy attempt to confiscate property which was personally encouraged by the little fox, his spitting beer in Jerry's face, and a series of other exciting events.
The job of the third-level urban management officer is more adrenaline-pumping and exciting than the other urban management teams!
If this notebook is exposed, the little fox can definitely be accused of violent law enforcement and abuse of power for personal gain, and he will be sentenced to more than ten years in prison.
"Ah, this..."
Upon hearing this, the professional's expression darkened. Behind him, a team of serpentine figures were lining up to pledge allegiance, hoping to join the Little Fox's forces while the battlefield situation eased.
As a professional, her mind is definitely sharp. Little Fox can dominate one path and cross multiple fronts. Anyone with eyes can see that no one can stop Little Fox's powerful rise.
Most importantly, the little fox treats his subordinates as brothers and truly considers them his own people, which is what moves all the professionals.
Although the main reason was the little fox's ferocious fighting power in defeating the potential awakener, which attracted the attention of everyone around...
Therefore, the professionals who had grown tired of being exploited by the three top powers in Titan City, eager for a better future, turned their attention to the little fox. They competed with each other and it was common for them to sabotage each other in secret.
"However..."
George looked around to make sure the little fox wasn't looking at him, then pulled the dejected professional down and gave a mysterious smile.
"Brother, have you ever heard of the Little Fox Cult?"
The bewildered professional: "Huh???"
"Um, sir, are you referring to that little fox god who punishes evil and promotes good, hates evil as if it were his enemy, and is refined and humble?"
Suddenly, a burly man in line behind them whispered against his conscience, but his face showed a look of longing.
"Who are you?"
George glanced sideways. The other man's flattery was barely passable, and he looked quite righteous. If he joined the city management, it might pose a threat to his position.
"Ahem, I'm just a nobody who knows the Little Fox Cult's doctrines by heart. The first and most striking doctrine is that a believer who doesn't raid other people's hometowns is not a good believer."
George: "..."
"Hmm, you've passed. Go to my right and hand over a registration fee of 36 silver shells. You also need to pay 100 silver shells out of your own pocket to contribute to the public funds."
As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man who had suddenly appeared to make his presence known trembled, and his face stiffened for a moment.
George smiled calmly and ignored the guy.
Even if he joins the army, he will be assigned to the outermost position so that there is an opportunity to suppress him. As a superior, the last thing he likes is someone who shows off his fancy moves.
After showing off, he even put on an arrogant and smug attitude. Who the hell gave him that confidence!
A weasel?!
...
Item: Disaster Averting Rune (Premium)
Grade: Silver
Introduction: In the ancient times of war among the gods, the battle skirt of the goddess of fortune fell to earth and became a piece of essence formed from the shattered sparks of countless stars.
Feature 1: Randomly removes one of the calamities suffered upon landing (limited skill).
Feature 2: There is a 5% chance of turning misfortune into good fortune.
【If you win this, you're incredibly lucky, like a cow on a plane! (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻】
Amidst the fluttering flames and the adoration of the crowd, Xiao Han retrieved the information from the interface. A mysterious rune remained in his palm, shimmering with a pale golden holy light.
The crystal is diamond-shaped, sparkling and radiant, with what appears to be liquid flowing inside.
I remember one of the previous rewards was a calamity-bringing rune...
Avoiding disaster means transferring misfortune and turning bad luck into good fortune; inviting disaster, on the other hand, is...
Was he deliberately seeking death?
"My lord, Lord Watcher has sent word that a full retreat is underway."
Mike took off his helmet, revealing the face of a mature middle-aged man. He approached the little fox, clasped his hands in a respectful salute, and said...
A look of awe appeared in his eyes as he presented a gift of thanks with both hands, which was accepted by Jay, the diplomat from the Third Urban Management Bureau.
This is a sign of respect for the strong, and an expression of gratitude to the little fox for fighting its way through and rescuing a group of surviving professionals.
"Okay, thank you for your trouble. Let's go back together then."
Xiao Han put away the disaster-avoidance talisman, secretly pondering that it might be useful in a major battle, and did not pay much attention to Mike.
The disaster-avoidance rune reminded Xiao Han of the lightning rune from before, and his lips twitched slightly.
You might not believe it, but the high-class lightning runes, in Xiao Han's mind, were mostly associated with Zeus, the king of the gods (in Earth mythology), who would strike people with lightning. But their true appearance shattered his illusions; they were actually...
One battery.
There wasn't even a detailed explanation in the introduction, and the features section was just a bunch of gibberish plus the word "Nanfu".
Use Nanfu cigarettes to show off! One section is better than six!
You're really something else, like a cow hanging from a telephone pole, so awesome it's like lightning!
Following Mike's announcement, the group moved supplies, notified Hammer and his men, and withdrew from the battle line to gather in the south city.
It's obvious that for the battle lines to be withdrawn, something major must have happened in the war between Titan City and the Demon Clan.
"Um?"
Sitting in the middle of the troops, Xiao Han's eyes flashed with a stunning blood-red light, and his deep gaze fixed on the sky.
Whether it was his imagination or not, the murky twilight night was filled with floating clouds, as ethereal and dreamlike as mist.
Even more mysteriously, a gaze fell quietly upon him, and an invisible hand grasped Xiao Han's heart. A faint pain came, but it was quickly suppressed by the Demon King's domineering body and dissipated into nothingness.
"Demon God..."
Xiao Han narrowed his eyes, staring at the twilight that resembled the setting sun. It was as if he could penetrate the boundary and see the endless abyss of darkness on the other side. Countless demonic insects roared to the sky, and the walking corpses that occupied the wasteland of sin writhed their limbs, roaring out their yearning for flesh and blood.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
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