My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1007 - 342. Wealth, fame, and power! Want them? I’ve put them at the Fight Club, go get them!

Chapter 1007: 342. Wealth, fame, and power! Want them? I’ve put them at the Fight Club, go get them!

"Lord Maxim really knows how to protect his own, so unreasonable, but I just love it!"

At that moment, the sisters hiding in the flower garden of Maxim’s temporary office garden had witnessed the entire conversation between Maxim and the Northerner officer.

After seeing the latter stagger away with a pale face from fear, Little Wei Ming was the first to jump out, waving her fists and declaring:

"I hereby announce that I am now a glorious Transylvanian Barbarian!"

"You? At best, you’re a shrunken, teenage, monkey version of a Barbarian."

Lumina also stood up from the garden, easily restraining the ineffectively furious little dwarf gunman with her left hand, her voice somewhat shaky as she watched the criminals dancing in the wind on the gallows, she whispered:

"Maxim is so ruthless! Apart from a few guys that Little Wei Ming ’shredded’ with bullets, when we delivered the rest of the surrendered scum pleading for mercy, they were all still breathing.

I thought they would be severely punished, but I thought too much, all were sent to the gallows by Vampires.

Not even a proper trial."

"Have you gotten too foolish living in the civilized world? Don’t you see what kind of place this is, and you think we need a trial?"

Sister Pomegranate said with a sneer to her lips:

"These thugs broke into our quarters with knives and attacked people with weapons, see who dares to do that in Crimson Castle? This is because Maxim is here, if it were Sir Morphy, these bastards probably wouldn’t even have a whole corpse left, and his Star Realm summons would have a good extra meal tonight.

Even though the administration has never issued a code of laws, it’s clear, whether it’s Sir Morphy or Governor Miriam, they are the type who would do anything to maintain order.

And frankly, given the ’tough job’ the Northerners pulled off this time, if we can’t show some strong measures, just those more than two thousand criminals could stir up Transylvania again, which has just stabilized."

"Yeah, considering how big brother used the inmates from the Gulag Hotel to form the Punishment Camp during World War II, I think there’s nothing wrong with Maxim’s handling of this situation, and it even has the feel of a great general.

Maybe this was inspired by Sir Morphy?"

"Lady Shui" leaned on her big Sickle, standing beside the three women, and said softly:

"Here I was feeling guilty for triggering all this because of me, but I didn’t expect all of it was already accounted for in the NPCs’ strategy. I guess even without today’s ’random event’, Maxim would have surely found an excuse to severely deal with those Northern criminals, practically a ’lesson in power,’ right?"

"You’re the one to talk."

Sister Pomegranate put her hand dissatisfiedly on "Lady Shui"’s shoulder, emphasizing:

"As the weakest link in our little team, could you please have someone accompany you whenever you go out from now on? And about your Black Iron Trial, when exactly do you plan on doing it?"

"I’m preparing for it, don’t rush me."

"Lady Shui" made a pitiful face and complained:

"But I’m really not good at fighting you know, challenging the Elites sounds so scary."

"Yeah, it must be truly ’terrifying’ for a Priest of Avalon who can use seductive eyes to cast human temptation spells, and control four burly men with just one blink."

Sister Pomegranate said in a drawn-out tone:

"No more procrastinating!

Take the Trial as soon as you get back. With your man-magnet physique, there will be plenty more of these issues in the game. Don’t capsize in a ditch someday; I don’t want to see a rage-crazed wealthy husband fanatic with a few hundred bodyguards blocking my door..."

"Babbling woman."

"Lady Shui" shrugged her shoulders and no longer resisted the matter.

The four of them left Maxim’s temporary office in the night and quickly took the carts along with the Transylvanian refugees recruited by the Batasin Business Association away from Bataxin City, heading towards Crimson Castle.

This was the first road test; if everything went smoothly, Miss Pallen would soon rally the power of the Business Association to begin recruiting returnees in the Kafuhoka region on a large scale.

For the Silver Moon Pride Team, their involvement with this matter had come to an end. However, the ripple caused by "Lady Shui" was just starting to ferment. At least in the eyes of Maxim, who was appointed full authority for receiving prisoners by Sir Morphy, this matter was far from over.

He returned to his office, and upon opening the door, he saw Sir Morphy and Lord Cooder from Westerly Territory sitting in the office chairs waiting for him.

The loyalist immediately straightened his body and greeted the Governor.

Morphy waved his hand dismissively; he glanced out of the window at the bodies of the rioters hanging from the gallows in the backyard, then looked toward Maxim and said:

"I hurried as fast as I could, but still didn’t make it for the first outbreak of the conflict, but since you’ve made your decision, I guess you must have a full plan in place, let’s hear it."

"Yes, master."

Maxim returned to his desk, glanced at the plan he had prepared, organized his thoughts and said to Morphy:

"While the Northerners mixing criminals among the prisoners they handed over to us made me realize I’ve overestimated the moral baseline of officials under Lupa’s command, it hasn’t affected my plan.

I plan to separate this group of prisoners first.