In the next few days, Qiao took his new and old subordinates to eat and drink in Ruhr City.

The natural scenery of Ruhr City is unremarkable. There are factories and mines everywhere. The rivers are dark due to industrial pollution and emit strange smells all year round.

There is no scenery to see... Qiao has never been interested in natural scenery.

Compared with Tulun Port, Ruhr City, which has a longer history and richer heritage, has many luxurious hotels and many luxurious restaurants, and these are the good things that Joe likes the most!

Enjoy food and wine carefree without worrying about any complicated matters. Be so happy and happy!

In just two days, Marcos integrated into the small group around Joe at an astonishing speed.

He was personally strong - Ya took several family experts and secretly competed with Marcos, and then was pressed to the ground and rubbed it with friction. The subordinates of the Vitu family immediately admitted Marcos' strength!

He has a very strong power - the Blood Axe War Chapter, which is also famous throughout the Ruhr City area. The Blood Axe War Chapter is not large, but they have had conflicts with several large mercenary groups of 10,000 people, and the Blood Axe War Chapter is not at all inferior.

The members of the Blood Axe Battle Group were all elite troops pulled out by Marcos from the front line of the Lulai Plain. More than a thousand members of the battle group were all superb combat power above the first level. With such a combination, the comprehensive combat power was comparable to a new type of flintlock rifle division full of staff!

With strong personal combat power and a strong brother, Marcos' performance is not at all unruly or arrogant, but is extremely gentle and restrained.

Every day when Joe goes out, Marcos follows Joe silently, inexplicably making everyone feel a heavy sense of stability and reliability, and making everyone feel a little more confident out of thin air.

The atmosphere in Ruer City was still tense, and the army that "suppressed the rebellion" was still stationed in the city. All the militia teams in Ruer City were handicapped and the leaders of the militia team were all "friendly invited" by the army to go to the small black room for review.

The big guys who usually sway in Ruhr City have disappeared these days.

The heads of various families, elders, people of the real power, officials of the city hall, members of the city council, and the luxurious sons and spoiled ladies of various families have all disappeared in the past few days.

Less than 30% of the factories in Ruhr City have started construction normally, and the production lines of many factories have stopped. The workers are squatting at home in vain and relying on the bread distributed by the city hall every day to make a living.

More than a dozen giant airships were suspended above Ruhr City, and they were suspended high above tens of thousands of feet above the ground. This was a desperate height, and conventional weapons were basically impossible to attack them.

On the stands of these giant airships and in their open huge hanging compartments, the densely packed giant bombs are daunting.

Under the deterrence of these giant airships and ground troops, Ruhr City was extremely calm.

Qiao was carefree, burdened, and undisturbed. He led a large group of people, like locusts, and ate one by one through high-end restaurants.

Wine, food... Eat and drink all day long, the new and old subordinates around them competed with each other, bragged, and exchanged feelings in a unique way for men. Soon, the backbone of the Blood Axe War Group became familiar with the elderly people in the family around Qiao.

And Joe also learned more about Marcos.

This is a powerful general with outstanding military achievements. He served on the front line of the Lulai Plain for more than ten years. He killed thousands of Lucia's Imperial Army, and his merits were enough to be promoted to major general of the Imperial Army.

"That boy, it's not right that boy, deducting the brothers' military merits, and the potion we exchanged for with our merits."

In a gorgeously furnished restaurant, Marcos sat next to Joe, holding a huge wine glass in his hands, frowned and said, "After taking the medicine, several brothers not only did not break through the level, but instead vomited blood and injured his blood. The sea of ​​strength, energy, and spiritual sea were all damaged."

"Of course, I have to settle the score with him." Marcos muttered a little annoyed: "I just poked his chest gently with my fingers. The boy was so cute that his ribs were broken. His backstage backer, a colonel who manages the logistics of the Legion... What's the name?"

With his head tilted, Marcos shook his head, picked up the wine glass, 'gudong', swallowed a liter of strong rum, and said indifferently: "Forget it, his name doesn't matter. Who cares about his name? That guy came forward to punish me... I just pushed him, but his bones were too delicate, and he broke his lumbar spine, and he was directly disabled..."

Spreading his hands, Marcos sighed: "Those Junkers, even if they join the army, are just delicate women, are useless at all. I just pushed them gently. He couldn't stand firmly and broke his lumbar spine. Can I blame me?"

"My military merits were detained and my colleagues were beaten. I admit, I did hit someone... But, that colonel, tsk..." Marcos curled his lips: "The family behind him is unyielding and wants to plot against me and my brothers. They informed the Lucians. We were ambushed several times in the wild."

"Forget it, I can't make it anymore. They are rich and powerful, and there are many rules in the army, so I'll just stop doing it." Marcos laughed: "I took my brothers who were willing to go with me and founded the Blood Axe War Chapter. I'm still doing well in my life."

Joe swallowed a piece of steak from his mouth and asked him curiously: "That colonel's family did not revenge on you later?"

Marcos smiled a few times and rubbed his hands hard.

"This, there are so many rules in the army... But if you leave the army, how can you still have so many rules?" Marcos's smile was extremely honest and simple, just like an old farmer who abides by laws and regulations!

‘Hahaha’, Joe and the others laughed at the same time.

Yes, the army is a place where rules are met, so Marcos and their behavior can still be bound by military discipline; but if they leave the army, like Marcos, who have terrible personal strength... Once they want to be lawless, the binding force of the law on them is really close to zero.

‘Dong, dong, dong’, someone knocked on the door of the restaurant.

The sound of the door clasping is heavy and penetrating, and the rhythm is neither fast nor slow, giving people a sense of deliberate majesty.

The restaurant door was pushed open, and several middle-aged men wearing black formal clothes, short cloaks and black hats walked in with a cold look on their faces. They looked at the lively and boiling restaurant and walked straight to the dining table where Qiao was.

In the restaurant, Qiao's new and old subordinates stood up one after another. More than a dozen burly men left their seats and stood in the aisle, blocking the way for several men in black.

Joe forked a small steak with a fork and shouted at several men in black: "Hey, here, today, we have booked the venue... If you want to have a meal, go somewhere else... If you are here for trouble, hey, hey... Billy, what is the charge of assaulting the police?"

Qiao could tell at a glance that these men in black were coming in full force and absolutely had bad intentions.

Billy and a few chubby policemen stood up. They held sharp table knife and looked at the men in black with a firm face. As long as they dared to move, Billy and the others would dare to slash a few times in the face to confirm their crime of "assaulting the police"!

"Marcos!" a middle-aged man roared majesticly.

"Col. Chachalin." Marcos slowly stood up, pressing his hands on the dining table, and said in a deep voice: "I still find it strange that you haven't appeared in front of me for a few days. I thought you suddenly became seriously ill and died."

Qiao raised her eyebrows and hooked her fingers: "Acquaintance? Then, let him come over!"

A group of men who blocked the road separated left and right, and several men in black strode to the dining table where Joe was. Colonel Chachalin, who had spoken before, glanced at the wine and food on the dining table, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Oh, I can't tell, Marcos, you're very generous recently."

Qiao dropped the knife and fork in his hand, grabbed the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth. He hugged his chest with both hands and leaned back gently. The high-back chair suddenly made an overwhelming whine. A few "clicks" sounds, the joints on the back of the chair were broken several times, and the restaurant manager standing beside him was so heartbroken that his face was trembling.

Joe looked at Colonel Chachalin and tilted his lips: "Where is the one who finds trouble? Marcos?"

Marcos was about to speak, Chachalin stepped forward and walked to Qiao. He pressed his hands on the dining table, looking down at Qiao who was sitting on the high-back chair from a high place, and said word by word: "Sir, I am the Veterans Management Office of Ruhr City, specializing in monitoring veterans with strong combat power."

"What?" Qiao smiled disapprovingly.

"Mr. Marcos, who is by your side, has extraordinary fifth-level combat power when he retired." Chachalin looked at Qiao majesticly, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Extraordinary fifth-level combat power... do you understand what this concept is?" Chachalin said seriously: "This means that alone is enough to pose a huge threat to the people of an empire in a city and cause huge damage!"

Joe curled his lips again.

Haha, extraordinary fifth-level combat power?

The information of this veterans management office seems to be a bit out of date... Marcos is clearly at the sixth level, and he is extremely powerful in the sixth level!

Well, either the information from the Veterans Administration was lagging behind, or Marcos deliberately concealed his true combat power... But no matter what the situation was, Chachalin suddenly came to the door, and he felt a strange and strange feeling.

"So what?" Joe picked up the sharp steak knife and gently tapped the huge silver plate in front of him, making a harsh sound.

Chachalin frowned and said in a deep voice: "So, you have to sign the document and be responsible for everything Marcos does in the future... If he causes any harm to the empire, you have to bear joint and several liability."

"Also, as the employer of Marcos and the Blood Axe Team, you have to pay a deposit."

"If Marcos and the Blood Axe Team commit any illegal and disorderly behavior that causes any harm to the public, all compensation will be paid from this deposit."
Chapter completed!