The bowls of chili noodles porridge filled with wooden bowls were served and it smelled spicy. It was so spicy! Chen Zhen waved to the 200 leaders with a smile and said, "Come on, while it's hot, don't be polite!"

The leaders sighed and squeezed their noses into their mouths.

But when their tongues just touched the endless spicy chili noodles porridge, they realized how spicy the chicken was!

Chen Zhen's leaders spit out the porridge one after another. Although they only touched their tongues a little, they were all so hot that they were blurred.

For a moment, the sound of pussy and discussions were everywhere: "Lord, I'm not an assassin! You're so spicy that we can't drink it at all! Such a spicy thing has made my tongue blister!"

After several leaders said this, more and more leaders threw away their bowls and threw away their porridge.

They no longer care about whether they are assassins or assassins. If they let them drink such spicy porridge, it would be better to kill them directly and save trouble!

But among the more than 200 people, three or five people were drinking vigorously, as if this chili noodles porridge was a delicious food in the world. The three or five people drank a large bowl of their own, but their faces remained unchanged.

The leaders who had thrown the bowl frowned and stared at the five of them, and said, "Who are they?!"

"They can actually eat such spicy porridge, and their faces do not change, and they don't sweat a drop of sweat... It's really strange..."

Gradually, the discussion became louder and louder. The five people who drank all the pepper noodles porridge looked stunned and suddenly realized that they had been separated by other leaders.

Haska laughed loudly. He finally understood Chen Zhen’s plan. This kid is so smart!

First, he released false news and said that whoever can drink the porridge will be the leader of the random castle, and then he made three pots of spicy porridge that ordinary people could not swallow.

Who are assassins? They are all dead soldiers who have been cruelly trained. No matter how spicy the food is, they can eat it without changing their faces.

At this moment, I just wanted to get rid of myself, so I tried my best to eat spicy porridge. I didn't expect that Chen Zhen asked Shennong to put a lot of spicy food in the porridge. This is the reason - something that ordinary leaders could not eat at all, and that assassins could eat.

Using spicy porridge to test the loyalty of the people is just an illusion. Chen Zhen has used spicy porridge strategy to successfully pull out five assassins.

They are all human assassins, and their class is not very high, but if they are not caught in time, they may be in chaos and unable to sleep or eat from today. More importantly, if they do not pick up all the assassins, Chen Zhen felt that he could not give an explanation to those innocent dead leaders.

The five ragged human assassins saw that the five of them were surrounded by archers from the random castle, and they knew they could not survive.

The leader pulled out a dagger from his waist and shouted: "Stop it——!"

Five assassins drew out daggers and wiped them at their necks. These dead men were really amazing. They committed suicide if they were exposed. However, if they didn't commit suicide, they would definitely not have a good end. It would be better to stop yourself and save face for themselves.

Chen Zhen took back his hand that he hurriedly reached out. He actually didn't want these five human assassins to die, he wanted to let them go.

After all, these five assassins did not kill Chen Zhen’s leader, and their families were likely to be controlled by the Desperate Plain Elf, and they were also a group of people with difficulties...

But the five human assassins turned themselves to death too quickly, and Chen Zhen had no time to stop him and could only sigh.

He finally understood that the plain of despair was not as simple as he imagined. The race was complicated and the weak humans might only belong to the lowest level. He felt very worthless for the death of these five dead soldiers. As a human being, he must be very frustrated to work hard for the elves...

"I have come here as my last day..." Chen Zhen murmured: "So how happy I am."

"I used to count the days and wait for the last moment to come. You five must not be able to feel that feeling..."

"Do you know how precious life is? If you say you are self-destructive, you will die. If you don't even love your own life, you will die..."

After saying that, Chen Zhen's eyebrows rose high, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He was the one who had died once, so of course he was able to see it. He was relieved, but the many humans on this despair plain were always in deep sorrow that they could not extricate themselves.

Chen Zhen is a hero who is a man who is planning for the people of the world. How could he not suffer?

However, the words he murmured were not many of them around him understood, and only those who were older like Haska could understand them.

Chen Zhen relaxed his eyebrows and secretly swore that he must build the random castle big and good. He must use the knowledge he has mastered to support a sky that can live a safe life for the humans on the plain of despair!

He wants to develop agriculture to fill the more and more people; he wants to develop military affairs and master the power to resist powerful enemies!

He wanted to develop business and sell goods produced by random castles to the entire plain of despair.

He wants everyone in the Desperate Plain to understand that random castles will eventually become a harbor for mankind one day!

Chen Zhen had millions of ambitions and countless plans. If it were more than ten days ago, these plans would be a fantasy for him, but now it is different. The population of the random castle is approaching 2,000 people, and many powerful people gathered around Chen Zhen.

With Chen Zhen’s own strength alone, he will definitely not be able to do anything.

But concentrate all the power of these capable people and strangers, and burst out, you can do anything! This is the power of the team.

The wise man Razel Blueberry recruited by Chen Zhenxin is good at refining various potions. Chen Zhen thinks this project is very interesting. If he wants to develop business, he thinks he can start from this aspect. Although Chen Zhen has never been through business in his previous life, he has worked in micro-business.

He knows what a hit product is. If he has a hit product, he doesn’t have a hit product.

Razel's potion must be a hit, because there is only one in the Plain of Despair!

"Razel, I'll give you a task. I'll select 30 apprentices from my leaders!" Chen Zhen ordered: "After choosing apprentices, you must teach them what you have learned throughout your life without reservation."

"Lord, this..." Razel hesitated a little. It took him half a lifetime to master so many exclusive secret recipes...

Chen Zhen glanced at Razel and said, "Good things need to be shared. Razel, you can't make gold even if you hide it."

"I use your technology to mass produce potions, and I will exchange for gold coins, you three and I will have seven."
Chapter completed!