HLM -Chapter 1357 Today Like This, Every Day the Same

Wang Bo first sized up the people in front of him.

Fifty or sixty big men were standing together, all over 1.8 meters tall, weighing more than 180 jin (about 90 kg), and some even reached two meters and weighed 200 kilograms.

He had chosen the Māori to serve as auxiliary police because of their size. Physically, they were comparable to Aukley’s bodyguards, making them extremely intimidating as auxiliaries.

Auxiliary police maintained order—they didn’t need to actually fight—but the best way to maintain order was through sheer deterrence. These big Māori men fit that role perfectly.

Wang Bo nodded in approval at their appearance. Hmm, not bad—broad-shouldered, solid, fierce-looking, and the tattoos on their bodies made them even more imposing.

He saluted them. Seeing this, the Māori erupted into chaos: some clumsily returned the salute, some looked bewildered, and some grinned.

Atulu suddenly widened his eyes. “What the hell are you smiling at? Be serious! Shut your mouths!”

The Māori quickly complied. Indeed, no one was laughing anymore.

Wang Bo glanced at Atulu in surprise—this guy could be really strict with his own people.

Once the crowd became serious, Wang Bo said, “Everyone, I believe you all know why you’re standing here, right? If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me.”

A big man with a small braid said, “Mayor, I want to quit now. Is that okay?”

Wang Bo looked at him. “Why? Why quit now?”

The man made a sour face. “I agreed to be an auxiliary police officer on impulse last night. Now I realize it’s not a good job. I just want to go back to sleep.”

Atulu’s face darkened. “What do you mean by that? Clinch, are you messing with me?”

Wang Bo stopped him and smiled. “You’re called Clinch? It’s fine. You’re free to choose your work. If you don’t want to do it, that’s okay…”

Several Māori men relaxed and started moving to leave.

Wang Bo said, “But are you really sure you want to give up a job that comes with respect and prestige?”

“You see, usually you can only live on welfare, and some of you don’t even have wives, right? You have no education, no professional skills. Honestly, I wasn’t too happy about choosing you as auxiliary police… you, hehe.”

He shook his head, looking like he couldn’t be bothered to explain further.

Māori men valued their pride. Hearing this, they were displeased and shouted:

“Mayor, what do you mean by that?”

“You’re discriminating against Māori people—that’s discrimination!”

“Yes, we have no education, no skills, we live on welfare… damn, it’s really true…”

Wang Bo waved his hand while the men continued grumbling.

Atulu glared, ready to hit someone, but Wang Bo stopped him.

He suddenly thought this guy had real potential as a traitor. That’s what a collaborator was, right? Fearful before the enemy but ruthless toward his own people.

When the Māori men finished complaining, Wang Bo said, “Did I say anything wrong? You all look strong and imposing, but what kind of work do you actually do? Our town has Chinese immigrants—you’ve seen what my fellow townspeople are like, haven’t you?”

“Now, I want a group of auxiliary police. The reason I chose you is because of Atulu. Your tribal leader has done an outstanding job in his position, and I believe you should possess his excellent qualities.”

Atulu puffed out his chest and sucked in his stomach, trying to look more heroic and imposing.

Wang Bo continued, “Auxiliary police are like regular police but without too many shifts. You just need to guard your assigned areas during working hours.”

“Same uniform, same leadership, same standards for maintaining order. Ensure the town operates smoothly, be heroes of the town—I thought you’d be willing to do this.”

The Māori weren’t very bright. Hearing his passionate speech, the crowd stirred:

“Yes, we’re willing to do this! Of course, we’re willing!”

“That’s our Māori spirit! Atulu, you did well!”

“Whoever wants to leave, leave. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. If Atulu can be an excellent police officer, why can’t I?”

The last remark made Atulu pant heavily, and his belly, which he had managed to suck in, popped back out.

“Whoever wants to leave, go ahead. Our police force doesn’t keep cowards or weaklings. We aim to be heroes of this town—maintaining order, protecting our families, safeguarding our wives and children,” Wang Bo said.

The Māori didn’t leave.

“Men must honor their commitments. If you choose to be police officers, you will swear an oath before the constitution. Once sworn, there’s no turning back.”

“Of course, we won’t regret it!”

Wang Bo nodded approvingly. “Then, welcome to our team. May we protect our families and friends together, and may our bodies become the town’s shield and wall!”

“What’s the oath?” someone asked.

Wang Bo looked at Uncle Bing. “Have them take the oath.”

Uncle Bing and Atulu would be the direct leaders of this unit. He let Atulu gather the men and Uncle Bing organize the formation.

Uncle Bing took out some papers. “I specially thought of a unique oath last night. I believe everyone will like it. Here, one copy per person—familiarize yourselves first.”

Each Māori received a sheet, and Wang Bo noticed their expressions were somewhat bewildered.

Uncle Bing cleared his throat, took the Constitution from Sam, and held it to his chest:

“When chaos comes, I will stand watch from now on until my shift ends. I will not drink excessively, rage, or act cruelly. I will not wear a crown or seek honor. I will be diligent and devoted, working here. I am the sword in the dark, the guardian of Sunset Town. I am the flame against the cold, the light at dawn, the horn awakening the slumbering, the shield protecting the townspeople. I dedicate my freedom and honor to the auxiliary police work. Today like this, every day the same!”

Wang Bo listened, glancing at Sam and others. He asked, “Why does this feel so familiar?”

Sam smiled wryly. “In Game of Thrones, it’s similar to the Night’s Watch oath.”

Wang Bo wanted to interrupt Uncle Bing, but doing so might undermine his authority over the team. So he silently let Uncle Bing lead the Māori men in loudly taking the oath.

Atulu said, “This is truly exhilarating!”

Wang Bo noticed most of the Māori were earnestly repeating after him and asked in surprise, “You don’t know what Uncle Bing is reading?”

“The auxiliary police oath,” Atulu replied matter-of-factly.

Sam tugged Wang Bo’s arm and whispered, “It’s normal. These people haven’t seen Game of Thrones. The Māori resist British TV.”

“But this is an American series, right?”

“They think it’s British, so most here probably haven’t seen it.”