The trumpeter who leads the way

"Ben'er, lend me some land!"

"If you don't borrow it, I don't even have enough to eat! Isn't the upper right corner of your main city full of high-end lands? Why are you flying to my land? What a thief!"

There was a lot of shouting in the dormitory early in the morning.

"Hey, hey, hey. We are all good brothers! Just borrow 7 yuan, no more than you can borrow, keep your word!" Murong stretched out three fingers and swore to the sky, as if he meant it.

Hearing this, Ben Ben staggered.

"It's damn good. Why are you borrowing 7 yuan?" Benben's eyes were as wide as copper bells, with a look of disbelief on his face. He looked at Murong as if he was looking at the stupid guy from his neighbor's house, then his face twitched and he said angrily. : "That piece of land is only 7 high-end pieces of land in total. You've given it all to labor and management, how can I still develop! Come on, there's no need to talk about it!"

"Ben'er, Ben brother, Ben dad! 6 yuan, 5 yuan, 4 yuan, if it doesn't work out, give me 3 yuan!" Murong was pushed towards the door by Ben Ben while struggling to continue negotiating terms...

Bang!

At this moment, the door of room 401 was pushed open.

Han Feng strolled in with a bag of breakfast, looked at the two people hugging each other in the room, and raised his eyebrows.

"Am I bothering you? Or should I leave?" Han Feng said as he raised his leg to turn around and go out.

"Madman, come here! Help me push Murong out. Damn it, he doesn't stay well in his own dormitory, he keeps coming to our dormitory!" Benben shouted.

"It seems that you are hanging around their dormitory more frequently!" Han Feng muttered in his heart. Of course, his movements were not sloppy at all. He went up and pulled the two of them away.

Han Feng's subconscious actions seemed to the two of them as if they had seen a ghost.

What kind of power is this?

Both of them were strong men weighing over 150 kilograms, but they were unable to resist Han Feng's strength.

The arms that looked like ordinary people seemed to be filled with explosive power. The two hands acted on the two people, locking them tightly like two pliers, making them unable to struggle at all.

"I'll go. How did you practice? Your hands are so strong!" Benben shrugged his right shoulder, which was a little stiff from being caught, clockwise.

"Um... I don't know, I practiced in the gym..." Han Feng clenched his fists, as if feeling the power coming from them, and then nimbly climbed onto his own bed.

Of course he knew all this because the energy bonus given by the system panel strengthened his physical fitness every moment. These things must not be told to outsiders.

"By the way, what were you arguing about just now?" Han Feng asked the two of them while leaning half against the wall.

"Borrowing for a flight, Ben'er doesn't agree!" Murong spread his hands, looking helpless. It was obvious that he came here just to try his luck.

"Are you running out of land?" Han Feng was a little confused. At the same time, his consciousness sank and he began to retrieve information around Murong's main city.

"That's right. The allies above have squeezed down, allowing me to develop as well. But below me is Lao Qiu. How can I possibly steal his resources to develop, so I have to go out to find other resources..." Murong curled his lips. His fingers slid across the phone screen, trying to find the next victim.

In the consciousness space, the simulated sand table gradually expanded with Murong's main city as the center until it was hundreds of miles away. Han Feng's vision looked down from high altitude, looking at the entire continent.

The source was quickly found by Han Feng.

All the development plates of allied members in this area have a deformed shape, just because the resources of the outermost members have been taken away by the enemy.

And that enemy's strength far exceeds that of the members of the outer circle, and it suppresses the development of this member all the way. This member of the outer circle has no choice but to borrow land from the inner circle for development. Subsequently, this member of the inner circle could only continue to borrow land from the inner circle for development. In the end, the development section of this area was completely shifted, which affected Murong, who was already staying in the inner circle.

"Speechless... I'm not going to fight this! I'll go all the way!" Han Feng rubbed his forehead, a little worried.

Just because of one member's concession, everyone paid for it.

Of course, he also knew that the others probably had good intentions and made room for the outer circle member, but this also resulted in the loss of other benefits.

Although this airborne land is rich in resources, after all, this is a battlefield. Resources must be obtained by oneself, not by teammates, otherwise it is no different from a cancer.

There were many "victims" like Murong. Han Feng knew that Murong also had a way out, which was the resource area next to Lao Qiu's main city, but everyone subconsciously gave it away because everyone knew that Lao Qiu had developed combat power.

"Hey, Murong. I just sent you a coordinate. You go here to develop!" Han Feng tapped his finger on the phone, but actually controlled the trumpet through his consciousness to send a coordinate to Murong. Because he was sitting on the upper bunk, Murong didn't see what Han Feng did.

"Isn't this your resource area! Did you give it to me?" The phone screen followed the coordinate guidance to another plain. Murong looked around the coordinate point and asked with some uncertainty.

"Well, here you go. I have other trumpets." Han Feng waved his hand. For him, this was just a trivial matter. The headquarters of the Suzaku Regiment is not far away. If he needs land, he can ask for it at any time. They borrow land. A land-clearing corps like the Suzaku Regiment must be a strong one in the early stage. As long as they seize other people's land, they will not be able to have their land taken away by others.

"Hey~ What's that look in your eyes! Be normal!" When Han Feng caught a glimpse of Murong out of the corner of his eye, he was frightened.

I saw the way Murong looked at me, as if he was looking at...the eyes of his old father...

Um!

At least that's what Han Feng thinks.

I have land, I am the father!

As long as there are enough trumpets, I will be the landowner father!

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"Didn't someone change their landing point? Why are their landing points similar to ours? How did you do it?"

"Sorry, Mr. Jiang! We did have someone contact the technical staff over there to make changes..."

"The results of it?"

"There may be a problem in a certain link..."

"What I want is a solution, not a useless apology from you here."

"We'll check immediately."

"If something goes wrong, you don't have to do anything."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Dudududu..."

There was a busy signal on the other end of the phone, and a middle-aged man in his 40s sitting in the office wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Then his face slowly turned gloomy, and he uttered a sentence from the corner of his mouth:

"Made, what idiot in the technical department didn't do anything after taking the money! Damn it!"

Then he took out his phone and started to contact.

Although he didn't play tricks, he knew very well how much power Mr. Jiang had on the other end of the phone. As he entered middle age, he didn't want to lose his current status because of this incident.

It's not like I've never done this kind of thing before. I thought it was just a trivial matter, but I didn't expect that a problem would arise at the critical moment.

The people below made mistakes, and now he needed to take responsibility for them, which made him extremely angry.

The moment the call is connected

There were roars in the office...