Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

Clicking through those names, Bai E could even see a preview option: the potential impact on the guard team's functions after these people took office.

Kuang Xin: Decree+???, Majesty+???

Gong Yan: Coordination+???, Decree-???, Happiness+???

Gilder: Majesty-???,

Kiro Lan: ???

Yue Ying: ???

The specific details were not clear, and the impact was quite vague, serving only as a simple reference.

In fact, even without these reference data, Bai E had his own judgments in mind.

The options of the natives were not considered at all, whether they were teammates in the military camp, or known individuals like Kiro Lan and Yue Ying—they were not suitable.

They all had their identities and lives and could not stay in Black Street year-round.

Gilder and the rat people were indeed residents of Black Street all year round, but one managed all the matters of Black Street as a major steward, and the other was a demon Believer who was not convenient to make public appearances.

Equally unsuitable.

Only players could take on this function.

A special functional institution required a specific director, whose abilities would significantly influence the entire institution.

Bai E found the sensation of a management simulation game, and was quite interested in selecting a suitable target for himself.

Having clarified his needs, Bai E looked forward to seeing the players before him.

"I wonder who of you is interested?"

To become the ostensible team leader of Black Street's veterans?

The few players exchanged glances. Desiring freedom, they hesitated for a moment. The obligation to patrol Black Street daily as a task already made them somewhat irritable; now, they were to be completely tied to Black Street by official duty.

Even if they were not thinking of leaving Black Street and the adults to play, the heavy word "responsibility" undoubtedly made them want to naturally escape.

For a time, no one spoke up.

"Let me do it! Sir!"

Xu Ruoguang looked at Bai E with eager eyes and voluntarily raised his hand.

For some reason, he felt as if he were naturally supposed to take on such responsibilities.

Bai E glanced at the preview effect of his assuming office—

Xu Ruoguang: Heresy-???

"..."

Well, that was fine. Having someone was better than no one.

Bai E wasn't comfortable using a guard team composed entirely of outsiders; inserting a "person of our own" could at least serve as a pair of eyes and ears, so as not to become deaf and blind.

Although the territory under his jurisdiction was still small, Bai E was gradually beginning to feel that heavy pressure characteristic of ancient emperors.

When one could only understand the living conditions of their subjects through the relay of others, the fog filling that space was enough to make one feel bewildered and uneasy.

[You have invited "Xu Ruoguang" to become the captain of your territory's (Black Street) guard team.]

[The target has accepted your invitation.]

[You currently have:
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Management Center—Gilder: Productivity+10%, Collaboration+5%, Foreign Trade+5%, Financial and Internal Affairs Stability Increase;]

Guard Team—Xu Ruoguang: (Developing...).]

"..."

Just having taken office, his personal characteristics had not yet taken effect.

Bai E nodded, mentally closing the panel.

Regardless, just don't leave it hanging.

Bai E, who was used to playing all kinds of games, absolutely detested those "red dots" and felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't click them.

After making arrangements on the players' side, Bai E made a beeline for Black Street.

Greetings also had to be sent to Gilder's side—the players were right, personal hygiene couldn't be overlooked either.

An unhealthy body could also invite disaster, and the tiniest, most insignificant details on an individual could have their consequences magnified countless times when applied to group management.

In this conflict and feedback, both Gilder and Bai E were gaining experience in management.

Having made the arrangements, Bai E stepped out from Gilder's doorway, his body slightly relaxed in the sunlight, his gaze sweeping over the squad of old soldiers currently patrolling the long street, his eyes becoming a bit distant.

He didn't see Tiger.

He wondered how Tiger was getting along among these old soldiers.

...

The barracks for the old soldiers had not only the courtyard that he first saw when he arrived but another one as well.

Tiger had never been there; he could only occasionally see some old soldiers delivering food, water, and clothes there.

"Are those guys also our brothers?" Seizing another opportunity, Tiger stopped a soldier who was delivering things and asked.

"Yeah." The soldier with the prosthetic limbs smiled indifferently, moving somewhat awkwardly; he patted his right leg, which had shrunk so much the muscles were nearly invisible, "Not everyone is qualified to get prosthetic limbs; those who still refuse to accept reality are just left to live slowly together."

"Oh~" Tiger responded in a seemingly stiff manner, asking nothing further.

The old soldier smiled and passed by Tiger.

After turning the corner, out of Tiger's sight, the soldier who originally guided Tiger stopped the soldier Tiger had questioned and asked, "How did he react?"

"Seems like... no reaction."

"No reaction?" The guide frowned, disbelieving.

The one who could reach the position of a special forces squad leader wasn't someone with only muscles in his brain; such an obvious hint couldn't be missed by him.

Yes, a hint.

Tiger had been at the old soldiers' barracks for a while now, and seeing everyone else with prosthetic limbs, he should have been anxious about not receiving his own.

In fact, he actually asked twice, but the guide, who saw no color of "comradeship" in Tiger, wouldn't offer the precious prosthetic limbs to someone not on the same path as themselves.

Today, he intended to lay his cards on the table.

But now it seemed, those cards weren't clear enough?

Or was the other party simply feigning ignorance, living day by day?

While the other party could afford to wait, he was unwilling to wait.

If one couldn't firmly stand on their side, then off to the neighboring courtyard they should go, to rot together with their eternal loyalty!

They did value the camaraderie among comrades, but first... everyone had to be real comrades indeed!

"Huh~" The guide let out a light sigh, straightened his clothes, and walked past the corner.

"Tiger!"

Tiger turned his head, his eyes revealing some understanding, but his face still showed a simple and honest smile, "Here."

The other party walked over quickly and wrapped an arm around Tiger's shoulder, "Let's talk."

"Alright."

Half an hour later...

The personal belongings previously arranged in the room were moved, and Tiger walked with a limp, leaning on a crutch, into the other old soldiers' barracks through the gate, amidst the sighs of the guide.

"You think about it here, we're not trying to harm you." The soldier who brought Tiger placed the items on him, sniffed the odd smell coming from inside the open gate, and even as a war-hardened warrior, felt somewhat uncomfortable, so he turned quickly to leave.

A distant voice floated back, "Think about it. If you have a change of heart, you can get in touch."