"Transfer?"

Hearing the "butcher"'s words, Feiren couldn't help but look up at the polar bear beside him with a little curious look. The "butcher" snorted lightly before answering.

"Yes, you kid, did you start working with someone else just now?"

"Please don't use such vulgar words, so that people who don't know the truth will think that I have done something that cannot be said. I just treated some patients, and this is my job."

"Yes, after the treatment, you will throw the pile of minced meat there and don't care about it, and don't think about the people who are going to clean up behind you. Forget it, this is not a problem. The problem is, the guy you killed is a problem."

Hearing this, Feiron finally stopped, which was originally turning his wine glass.

"trouble?"

"Yes, the guy you killed today is a member of the Wild Alliance... and he is also a very important character."

"I haven't heard of it..."

Facing the words of the "butcher", Feiren frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then shook his head. The "butcher" also sneered and placed the bottle in his hand on the table.

"Of course you haven't heard of it. To put it bluntly, they are just a group of wild dogs who are huddled together to keep warm in the wilderness and beasts who can walk. To be honest, if you change your daily life, you know our rules. But now it's not possible. The old man asks me to pass on the message... 'Even a group of wild dogs is worthwhile. I would rather use them as consumables than see them die meaninglessly in a worthless massacre'. I think you are so smart, you should understand what I mean."

“…………………”

This time, facing the words of the "butcher", Faren simply put the wine glass on the table silently, while the cat-eared maid beside him quickly stepped forward and filled the empty wine glass again.

"That group of wild dogs sent people to protest to the old man. Of course, you also know that the Blackstone Group will not care about this matter. But if we don't do anything, then next time these bastards will cause trouble for you. Although they are a group of idiots, now we still need to let these idiots be our minesweeper. If they are all killed by you, it would be too unprofitable. The bait is for fishing, not for feeding. So my old man hopes that you can calm down and follow the command. At least now, you need to march with the large army in a short period of time. Don't be alone, so that the idiots will not think that they can kill you... I know you don't care, but now... it's better to restrain yourself a little."

"So, what should I do?"

Hearing this, Feilun put down the wine glass in his hand and asked. In the face of Feilun's inquiry, the "butcher" showed a strange smile.

"In fact, in today's battle, the black dog mercenary group hired by the old man lost their leader. Therefore, the old man recommends that you serve as a commander for the time being and command those guys to carry out sweeping battles in front of you. How about it? This requirement is not too much."

"Want me to go?"

Facing the words of the "butcher", Feiren couldn't help frowning. The "butcher" smiled and stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder.

"I know you are not interested in this kind of thing, but now you can only do this. Indeed, the Black Dog Mercenary Group is responsible for the most dangerous area, but because of this, people from the Black Stone Group are everywhere. Those idiots in the wilderness dare not do anything randomly. Just treat it as a part of the entrustment, and the old man also promised that you will not be wronged afterwards. If you are willing to accept his request, then there is an additional reward for it?"

"……………All right."

After thinking for a moment, Feilun agreed to the request. He himself didn't care about the wild dogs, but now it was the Blackstone Group entrusted them to complete the task. Since he accepted the commission, it naturally had to complete it. In this regard, Feilun was still very professional.

"That's right."

Hearing Feilun's answer, the "butcher" laughed and leaned back. The originally solid chair suddenly made an overwhelming moan. The "butcher" didn't even look at the poor chair under his butt, but reached into his arms, then took out an ID card and threw it to Feilun.

"You take this, this is the proof of identity. As long as you have this, you can control those guys."

The black ID card flew past the air, and the next moment it was held in the hand by Feilun. He narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the picture in front of him that looked pitch black, about the same size as an ordinary credit card, except that there was a bright red chip on the position where the chip was embedded. After seeing the chip, a smile flashed in Feilun's eyes.

"So it's a hunting dog..."

The so-called hunting dogs are peripheral forces raised by those organizations. The nature is somewhat similar to the secret agents before the "Catastrophe". They are specifically responsible for collecting intelligence on the wasteland, or secretly attacking and eliminating some targets that need to be eliminated according to the orders of those organizations. The ID card obtained by Feiren is used to control these "hunter dogs". The bright red chip contains the personal information of the "hunter dogs". If these hunting dogs dare to betray the organization and disobey the orders, the holder of this card can activate the card, completely control the hunting dog's brain, and turn them into puppets without self-thinking. After that, whether they are allowed to self-destruct or have other uses depends on what the holder of this card thinks.

"That's why it's called a black dog, right?"

The "butcher" seemed to like this little joke very much. He smiled, then picked up a cigar and cut it into his mouth.

"During the mission operation, this team will be led by you. You can do whatever you want. I think you will feel very happy. Of course, when the mission is over, you can take these guys away if you want. With your kid's ability, I think I will be able to win over a large group of people and have their own power. Work hard, boy! It's up to you to unify the wasteland and build an everlasting empire!"

"This is a very beautiful future, but unfortunately, I have no interest."

Although the "butcher" said it, he looked excited, but Feilun obviously did not show much excitement. He just took the ID card, and then focused his attention on the red wine in front of him again. Looking at Feilun's appearance, the "butcher" sighed helplessly.

"Yes, you kid is not interested in anything except women. I think you won't do such troublesome things except your little girl. Hey... Sometimes I really envy you. You can come and leave when you want to, do whatever you want, and ignore anything. Look at me again, I have to worry about the trash under my hands all day long. Even if they have a woman, I have to wipe my butt from behind... Damn!! Thinking about when I was as old as you, I was thinking of pulling a team to dominate this wasteland. Now it seems that it's all bullshit! Such a broken place, there are not as many people as there are! I'm better to raise a dog than to raise a group of people!"

Speaking of this, the "butcher" seemed a little excited. He stood up and waved at Faren.

"Okay, the words have been brought, and my mission has been completed. It's really hard to sit with you, a little boy. I thought I was also a heartthrob at that time... Forget it, the more I look at you, the more angry I get, I'm leaving!"

After saying this, the "butcher" turned around and left with great strides. Neither Feiron nor Delin showed any dissatisfaction with his rude behavior. The Seven Giants are originally a group of madmen who are different from ordinary people. Just like Feiron's favorite thing to do good things on weekdays, the "butcher" likes to do the most is to find someone to drink and beat people when they get drunk, and there is no reason to say. In other words, when they are with other "seven Giants", the "butcher" will restrain their bad habits - now they probably go back to find someone to beat them to death.

"It is easy to get angry because of insufficient calcium. I think he needs treatment as well."

Looking at the back of the "butcher" stride away, Feiren chuckled, then he picked up the card, then reached out and pointed it lightly. Soon, a series of information emerged in front of Feiren out of thin air.

【Activation request was detected, verification is being verified】

【User ID: Doctor】

【Verification completed………The control system is activated】

[Querying the target status………… Querying completed]

【ID: Tulip (Survival)】

【ID: Lily (Survival)】

【ID: Rose (Death)】

【ID: Narcissus (seriously injured)】

"Is this going to be a gardener in the garden? Forget it... this is not a big deal, let's go, Delin."

Looking at the information presented in front of him, Feiren couldn't help but complain. He finished drinking the red wine in the glass, and then stood up. Seeing Feiren stand up, Delin, who had been following him quietly, asked curiously.

"Master, where are you going?"

Facing Delin's inquiry, Feiren turned his head and smiled and waved the ID card at her.
Chapter completed!