Chapter 142 (2/2)

The little bear who bullied me from the forest didn't wean, did he!

”Captain...”

”Well, just do what Jerry said. Remember to publicize the little fox God at last and brush it again. Our third urban management brigade is the guardian of the little fox God and the embodiment of maintaining justice.”

George said with a smile. After listening, his teammates thumbed up to show understanding.

In order to build the temple of the little fox and make the little fox with cattle beer into a God, the third urban management team unanimously approved and began their God making plan.

Once upon a time, Xiao Han led the urban management team to fight everywhere, making the gray forces scurry. He visited the adjacent second urban management area, and found out several moths in the urban management. He ran away after copying his hometown. He was strong and domineering, and no one dared to provoke him.

On the last side before leaving, I said with regret that the reward for picking out the moth was given to you. My fox has been very busy recently and has no time. I left the second urban management team looking at each other and led a group of fanatical team members to wipe out the hidden gray forces.

As a result, the reputation of the third urban management brigade has reached its peak, the confidence of the members has expanded, and the streets under their jurisdiction have been vigorously renovated. It is no longer like being afraid of hands and feet due to identity at the beginning.

In short, following the noble little fox, others always suffer losses and have to flatter themselves. TM is not generally cool.

Even though the little fox has recently gone on a mission (official speech), the influence of the third urban management brigade has decreased by several grades, but the situation has been stable. Those who dare to find fault with the little fox should first stare at the big dog's eyes and take a look at the road signs. The gentle and easy-going little fox welcomes everyone. It's best to leave an address and return to his hometown in the future.

”There is something wrong with these urban management.”

Grace looked at the city managers and walked into the street laughing and scolding. He glanced at the little fox's road sign again.

”The little fox is so famous. Go and visit it first.”

He thought and, with the help of his attendants, led a slave carriage into the street.

These days, those who come out to sell slaves are strong men with big stature, fierce appearance and capital operation.