Black Knight From Blue Star

 Chapter 380 The pain of the big muscle tyrant

At this time, the big muscle tyrant next to him looked at Tiao Tiao in surprise.

 The same goes for Hardy.

 Hardy then chuckled. It seemed that there were still many talents among the players.

The fact that Tiao Tiao can do this is obviously due to the guidance of an expert behind his back.

"In this case, you will go to the front line with me later, and I will raise an army of a thousand undead people and put it under your management." Hardy smiled.

Tiao Tiao continued: "In addition, I need to recruit an adjutant myself, and I also ask for permission from Mr. Hardy."

Hardy waved his hand gently: "I will promote you to be a baron before the battle, and you can form your own bureaucracy. This is your right. But you are responsible for the cost of recruitment."

Hearing Hardy’s promise, Tiao Tiao smiled with crooked eyebrows: “Thank you, Mr. Hardy.”

 Handy then looked at the big muscle tyrant: "Which city are you going to choose?"

 The big muscle tyrant looked at Tiao Tiao, and he vaguely felt that Tiao Tiao's sudden change of heart might be the most correct choice.

 But among his fans and friends, there are no people who understand the long-term perspective.

Although players are rich in knowledge, this kind of personal future development requires an understanding of the rules and flow of the entire world.

He is a talent in the true sense, and he usually doesn't show off his talent.

 At the same time, such people generally don’t associate with stupid people.

Big muscle bully still can’t figure out why Tiao Tiao suddenly wants to become an officer, when it’s clear that being a lord has a better future.

 He thought for a while, and then followed his own ideas and pointed to a city in the south.

Hardy nodded and said with a smile: "You have a good vision. There are rich mineral resources here in Hot Spring Territory. Half of it is mountainous and half is plain. There is also a river that runs through the entire land, and there is great agricultural potential."

 The big muscle tyrant thinks so too.

 In his opinion, whether a city can develop depends on walking on two legs.

 Having sufficient resources of its own, it must also have sufficient resources for people’s livelihood.

Hadi took out the seal from his drawer and stamped it on the appointment document he had written earlier.

 Then he stood up, drew his sword, and said to the big muscle tyrant: "Kneel down."

 The big muscle tyrant has been practicing aristocratic etiquette recently. Hearing this, he immediately knelt down on one knee and performed the knight's salute.

 The long sword was pressed against the left shoulder of Da Mushao.

"As Lord Hukaro, I grant you the status of baron. From now on, as a member of the Hadi clan, you must be loyal to the Hadi clan, safeguard the glory of the clan, and defeat the enemies of the clan. As long as you are always loyal to the clan, the clan will also Will always maintain your power and glory."

 The big muscle tyrant took a deep breath: "My life is my oath, long live Hadi, long live the clan."

 Hadi took back his sword and handed the appointment document to Da Musba.

 The big muscle tyrant was so excited that he took it with both hands.

 “Then I’ll take my leave first.”

Dashu Ba happily accepted the appointment letter, glanced at the note, and left.

 When he went out to the lord's mansion, he saw his brothers waiting anxiously outside, so he walked over quickly.

 Several players also saw him and came up to him at the same time.

 “Boss, have you got it?”

 The big muscle tyrant's expression changed, and he imitated the official's manner and said, "I am a noble now, please call me Your Excellency Baron."

 The group laughed happily.

The man of the lord pointed at the big muscle bully and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, are there any nobles who don't wear shirts?"

At this time, the big muscle tyrant was still dressed like a barbarian, shirtless, with tattoos all over his body.

He scratched his head and said distressedly: "Yes, I have to put on clothes, but in this case, wouldn't the maximum damage bonus of my barbarian be lost?"

The man just now smiled and said: "It's just clothes, you are not required to wear armor every day. Besides, you will be considered a noble in the future, so you don't need to be on the front line all the time." The big muscle bully said with a smile: "That's true."

“By the way, I heard that the lord has the right to virginity of young women in the entire territory. Is it true?”

The big muscle tyrant is still broadcasting live. As soon as these words came out, '666' was flying all over the live broadcast room.

 “Am I that kind of person?” Big Muscle Ba smiled.

 Everyone around him laughed.

“Let’s go to the hot spring to lead you now, and I’ll give you an official title.” Big Muscle Ba hugged the two brothers, looking quite excited: “Which of you wants to be the Minister of Public Security, and who wants to be the Minister of Finance?”

 But before he went far, he saw several players standing in front of him, blocking their way.

These people have a very strange quality. At first glance, they look like they are people of some status.

Dashu Ba looked at them with some doubts and became wary.

"Don't be nervous." The young man in the lead came over and stretched out his right hand: "Can you turn off the live broadcast first?"

Dashuba let go of his two brothers and asked a little unruly: "Why do you want to lock them up?"

"It doesn't matter." The middle-aged man smiled softly, and his smile was even more unruly than the big-muscled bully: "Let me meet you, my name is Hai Bao, and everyone in the Magic City calls me Young Master Zhao."

 The big muscle tyrant was stunned.

 In the live broadcast room, there was even more surprise.

 Some netizens in Shanghai directly exclaimed, he is the son of the richest man in Shanghai.

real or fake?

"I don't mean to bully you. With so many people watching, I wouldn't dare." The young man chuckled and said, "I just want to make a deal with you."

 The big muscle tyrant frowned: "What deal?"

 He is just an anchor. No matter how famous he is, he is still just an anchor.

 There is no comparison with the son of the richest man in a certain area in terms of social resources and connections.

"Don't be unhappy, it's also a good thing for you." Haibao came over, put his arm around Big Muscle Ba's shoulders, and said with a friendly expression: "As for me, I don't want to be a waste, eating, drinking, and sleeping with women every day. But the family business is more important and I don’t dare to mess around. I want to learn some management skills. How about you temporarily give me the management rights of the hot spring? "

 The big muscle tyrant frowned.

 He understood what the other party meant.

 This person wants to learn the skills and concepts of managing people from the game.

 “Then what can I get?”

 “How about a compensation of two million per month?” Haibao chuckled.

Dashuba clicked his tongue and said: "This price is not suitable for the son of the richest man in the devil city."

"I don't want taxes from your territory." Haibao spread his hands and explained: "You just think that I spend two million in tuition every month to learn something. When you think about it, doesn't it make you feel better? I don't think so either. I’m not a fool. I’ve given you two million to help you manage the territory, which is already very generous.”

This is indeed true, the big muscle tyrant shrugged helplessly.

He knew he couldn't compete with the opponent, so he could only say: "Okay, let's go to the hot springs together."

 The big muscle tyrant sighed leisurely, no longer as high-spirited as before.

At this time, Tiao Tiao was sitting on the bed in the guest room. In two more hours, she would set off with Hadi.

 She admired her friend even more as she watched Da Musha’s live broadcast room.

Had expected this.

 She was just wondering why Xixi had not encountered a big muscle tyrant before?

 Is there any reason for this?

  Or is it just that the rich and powerful people are slower to react?

 (End of this chapter)