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Although the outpost camp is not big, there are still brothers No. 78.

When he takes office as a new official, according to the rules, all the people below him should come out and show their faces.

The smile on Wang Xiaohu's face froze, and he hesitated, "They... are all performing tasks outside."

On a mission?

Lin Jue squinted her eyes. As the interim leader, he hadn't yet taken office. Who gave him the task?

He didn't ask further questions, just looked at Wang Xiaohu's embarrassed expression and already had the answer in his heart.

It seems that these bandits are preparing to give themselves a blow.

Lin Jue is no longer a newbie in the workplace. In his previous life, he worked as a bit player in Hengdian for three years, and intrigues among the crew were not uncommon.

The protagonist dominates the supporting role, and the old bullies the newcomer. Compared with the current show, there is essentially no difference.

It's just that the rules here are not based on seniority, but fists.

"Wang Xiaohu!"

Lin Jue lowered her face, raised her tone, and issued the first order in an unquestionable tone.

"Go, gather everyone together, tell Wu Zheng to take office, and ask everyone to return to the camp. Anyone who dares to disobey orders will be dealt with according to the rules of the village."

"This..."

Wang Xiaohu looked confused and was still hesitating. Lin Jue immediately removed the sign and threw it into Wang Xiaohu's arms.

"One hour, if it is delayed, all the outpost brothers will each receive twenty pieces of board and be punished for three months!"

"Yes!" Wang Xiaohu trembled and saw that Lin Jue was not joking. He quickly took the order and ran out quickly.

Lin Jue walked into the tent, pulled up a chair and sat down, crossed her legs, tapped her fingers lightly on her knees, and counted the time silently.

This happened to me on my first day in office. It's hard to say whether it was a coincidence or someone was plotting in the dark.

An hour later, seven or eight lazy bandits, Youzi, finally followed Wang Xiaohu back to the camp.

Lin Jue sat still on the chair and glanced at them sideways.

Everyone in this group looked lazy, some were yawning, and some were even fastening their belts, but no one looked at him seriously.

Lin Jue narrowed the corners of her eyes, looked past the people in front of her, and landed on the person who came in last.

My heart skipped a beat again.

The big, shiny bald head that caught his eye was particularly eye-catching in the tent, and the old scar on his temple was illuminated by the oil lamp inside the tent.

At this time, Lao Guangzhong swayed in slowly, with his arms folded across his chest, standing at the back of the crowd, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"It's this guy again!"

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