In the Orc Management Department, the current director, Newcastle Primo, is covering his temples with a painful expression.

So many manpower has obviously been deployed... Why can't it achieve the desired effect? ​​He has borrowed a lot of manpower from the Dream Division, but the orc crime cases that have been rampant recently are one after another...

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"Well..." There was ferocity and fierceness in his eyes, he picked up a thick and soft leather whip on the table, and walked out of the door of his office slowly.

He was going to interrogate an orc in person today, and he didn't believe that he wouldn't be able to get even a single clue from it.

Newcastle could hear the pig-orc's roar from a distance, and his office was not far from the interrogation room.

"You humans are not going to have a good death! You...my companions and I will never tolerate it! King Charlie...this kind of thing is not as good as a dog, and is even more rubbish than that Avni

, not as good as!"

Wait... Newcastle frowned, hasn't the interrogation started yet...

According to reports from his subordinates, this guy seemed to have robbed an apple stand in broad daylight and was caught in action.

We have to deal with such trivial matters all day long, but there are no clues about cases of deliberate attacks on humans.

As for the pig orc in front of him... Newcastle felt that it was no different from a real pig.

He quickly opened the iron door of the interrogation room, clenched the whip in his hand, and the anger that appeared out of nowhere bubbled up from the bottom of his heart.

"Who are you?" The other party stared angrily, showing no sign of being tied up with his limbs and hanging in mid-air.

Newcastle sneered: "You don't need to know."

Next, he took out the whip in his hand and whipped the wall next to him casually.

Snapped!

A creepy sound exploded out of thin air in the interrogation room!

Before the pig-orc could say anything, Newcastle stepped forward and slapped, slap, slap, slap, without giving the other party any room to speak.

The shrill wails even reached Mengzhimensi, who was dozens of meters away.

It's like killing a pig - no, the cry of killing a pig resounds throughout the whole place. When the whip is whipped, there is a howl, and when the whip is whipped, there is another cry...

Well, it sounds quite painful.

It was a very simple flogging that only lasted nearly half an hour.

The pig man's originally thick howl first became louder and louder, then gradually became sluggish, and finally lost its sound altogether.

Why didn't Newcastle keep playing? Because his hands were sore...

Sometimes, you just have to find something to smoke, so that you can fully vent the anger accumulated in your mind. Newcastle increasingly feels that this concept is indeed quite useful.

"Ho...ho...ho..." The pig man's head had dropped. If his chest hadn't been rising and falling, someone would have thought he was dead.

Newcastle sneered, opened the door, clapped his hands, grabbed the bloody whip he had just thrown away, and walked straight out.

As soon as he went out, someone came to ask him if there was any clue about the matter.

He frowned, a hint of haze accumulated in his eyes, and finally replied: "Throw it out."

Huh, if you bring this nonsense back, wouldn’t I know?

According to the intelligence, these hidden orcs are definitely a major hidden danger. They are extremely organized and adopt a guerrilla warfare method with different purposes.

But their final result was: destroying the public security of Yaris and destroying Yaris' public property.

More and more letters are being delivered to the Orc Management Department, asking them to completely expel this creature from the country...

This kind of thing is impossible when you think about it. If the orcs riot, their powerful and violent power will definitely kill most of the warlocks and magic knights...

In the final analysis, it was because of the new decree issued by King Charles.

Although Newcastle hates orcs, this does not distort his values. He is also aware of the matter of the orc apartment, but he has no intention of reporting this matter to King Charles.

He really wants to steal the limelight, but if he does so, the whole country may fall into crisis because of him, which is not worth the gain.

But...there are still many doubts.

It has been a long time since King Charles issued the decree, but why are there riots now? There must be some internal or external factors...

"Mr. William, I will ask Mr. Newcastle to come and sign contracts with so many orcs at once. I can't make the decision for the time being."

Not far away, the lady at the front desk leaned over in panic, staring at the group of muscular orcs opposite her. She didn't care about other business, and hurriedly left her seat, preparing to ask her boss.

Signing a contract with more than five orcs at one time must be approved by the superiors, and people like them have little say in the matter.

It was a coincidence that Newcastle, who had just relieved himself, also asked someone to wash his long whip, and his hand happened to be empty. When he saw the lady at the front desk running to him for instructions, he stepped forward without haste.

Newcastle's eyelids closed, looking at the opponent's team with a slight contempt, but his breathing was slightly stagnant.

"Let me choke..." Newcastle's center of gravity was unstable and he almost stumbled.

Is this looking for trouble?

The group of orcs brought by the other party can literally pull out their heads and twist them three times... Look! The shortest orcs are half a head taller than me - of course, he is not very tall.

High, only average among humans.

Well...there are seven wolves, two tigers, and a bear orc...

Who is this and where does it come from?

Newcastle hurriedly looked at the leader of the team and quickly accelerated their steps.

"Ho! Isn't this Mr. William?" He smiled apologetically, carefully avoiding the unkind eyes of the orcs, "What kind of wind brought you here?"

William waved his hand, looking unconcerned.

He had already found a specialized tailor to customize clothes for these extremely strong orcs. Although it was only a few gold coins, it made his eyelids twitch slightly.

It will be reimbursable by then... it should be.

"We need to transport a very important shipment, and these orcs are the followers I hired from Shura..."

William briefly explained his plans to Newcastle, while during this period, the restless orcs looked around.

Such a large formation also startled the Dream Division next to the Orc Management Department. Someone had already reported to Sheldon, who was now basically the backbone of the entire department, saying that a man with ten

An extremely strong orc comes to the Orc Management Department, and he may be up to something evil...

This frightened the poor man, who still had his own "son" to raise...

"Marin... I'm going out for a little while. Don't move anything for now, just stay here." He said a little nervously.

"Okay." Merlin didn't even raise his eyelids. His attention was now focused on the storybook in front of him - Moll.

He was listening to Moore's report.

"Sir, the magic power in those creatures is very abundant...and they are also very big." Two small tentacles stretched out from Moir's cotton-like body, seemingly trying to use movements.

To describe the other party's hugeness.

"Orcs..." Merlin murmured.

He has only seen dead people.

I don't know what these people are here for...but seeing Sheldon's worried look, I guess something bad is going to happen.

Newcastle quickly listened to William's remarks and expressed their approval with both hands and feet.

I am regarded as a thorn in the flesh by these orcs... I used to be able to rely on the number of people on my own, but now it is estimated that no matter how many people there are, they are not enough to kill them alone.

It is said that the strength of orcs can even reach more than fifty times that of humans.

He's just a three-mage warlock...and he hates orcs...

The "negotiation" ended quickly, and everyone was relieved. The orcs also listened to their conversation and had no opinions.

"Then," William smiled and said to the leader of the wolf beasts wagging their tails, "Come and sign your names on this paper, and the contract will take effect immediately."

The leading wolf orc looked happy, and there were a few faint whispers coming from behind.

"Why, aren't you happy?" One of the wolf-orcs noticed that the companion in front of him didn't seem very happy, and his ears even tended to droop.

"No, no." The other party turned around and gave a slightly exaggerated smile, "I'm going to sign soon. I'm afraid my handwriting is too ugly and I won't be able to recognize it."

"Haha...it's okay, don't worry."

Orcs of the same race will always feel close to each other, even if they don't know each other.

Soon it was their turn.

The wolf-orc took a long breath and swallowed.

He grabbed the pen in his hand and pursed his lips.

It should be signed here...

He wrote slowly, his wrist even trembling a little.
Chapter completed!