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"Lieutenant Sith, Colonel Victor is looking for you." A knock sounded outside the door. It was Victor's personal guards, who saluted a standard military salute to Sith.

"Okay, I get it, go right away."

The Sith nodded, unable to help but complain in his heart.

What's this old man looking for him?

Sith changed his clothes and picked up a standard saber from the side. After all, he came to the command room according to Victor's request.

"Col. Please look for me."

"Well, come in!" Victor nodded at him, the cigar in his mouth remained unchanged for thousands of years, and he was smoking with another person in the office.

"yes."

As soon as he entered the office, Sith's vision was attracted by the man opposite Victor. He had short silver hair, knotted muscles, and ten hands behind his back and a cigar in his mouth. He looked like an old gun. Compared to Monica, they looked more like father and son.

"Smog?"

Sith's voice was very small, but he was still heard by the two people opposite him.

Victor frowned and glanced at the two of them, "You know each other?"

Sith shook his head, "I know Brigadier General Smog, but Brigadier General Smog doesn't know me. The former base chief of the Naval Base in Roger Town, Donghai, has solved the new star of Alabama's naval star, Brigadier General Smog. I have seen this in the newspaper."

Smoger was a little cold and glanced at Sith, "I don't want to talk to you about this."

Clamping his fists, this was a shame for Smog. It was really disgusting that the naval star was promoted by the pirates' light.

Sith shrugged, and if he didn't want to mention it, he wouldn't want to mention it. A gentleman could deceive him. The most he was afraid of was a naughty man like Smog. If he really couldn't do it, he would have to fight to death. Besides, they were not the same system. Sith was immediately a member of the Judicial Island and the Navy Staff. Although he was nominally a military officer, he was probably a civil servant. What did he do with a vulgar martial artist like Smog?

The atmosphere was a little solemn, and Victor narrowed his eyes as well.

Although he hated the pigs that peeked at his cabbage, Sith was his man. When was it time for outsiders to point fingers?

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these unhappy things, Sith, you'll be a little polite. You'll have to follow Brigadier General Smog to Marinfando later!"

The word brigadier general was very serious. He insisted on saying that if others didn't like to listen to something, Victor was still afraid of him?

Although his official position is not as great as Smog, as an old fox who has worked in the naval system for so many years, how could he not have one or two old friends? Smog, he can still withstand it now.

The Sith nodded and turned his head to Victor, "By the way, uncle, I seem to have eaten the devil fruit."

"Devil Fruit? When did it happen?" Victor and Smogzichi widened their eyes and looked over.

Sith scratched his head and looked honest, "Haha, it should be today. I heard that I was promoted, so I always want to eat something."

Victor gave him a blank look, patted the face that was afraid of himself, and pointed, "Sis, do you think I'm stupid?"

"It shouldn't be stupid!"

"Then are you fooling around?" Victor suddenly slapped the Sith on the forehead, sighed, and turned around, "Forget it, the child is older, I can't control it anymore. I just hope that you can do it well after the promotion. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

Sith's face was a little stiff, as if he was a bit of a play.

Smoger pulled out the ten hands behind him at some point, looked at the Sith, and vomited a cigarette ring at him, looking a little slutty. He looked more like a gangster than the Navy.

"Lieutenant Sith, no, it seems that he will be Major Sith soon, right? How about it, are you interested in trying your new abilities?"

Squinted his eyes, hesmog, revenge is not overnight.

"Well, this..." Sith and Victor were both silent.

"Do you dare not? Or Colonel Victor..."

Victor looked over, curled his lips, and gave Sith a look. It was a little bit of beating, but Victor was too embarrassed to lose face, so he gave him a look and felt it himself.

Sith's expression froze, and he drew circles in his heart. He decided to have a long talk with Monica before leaving to solve his virginity problem for many years.

He sighed, "Well, Brigadier General Smoger, since you want to try my strength, please be gentle and click until you do it."

Smoge nodded, holding a cigar in his mouth, with a strange face, "It must."

Looking at Smog's smiley expression, Sith felt a chill in his heart. He knew that he might not be able to escape the fight today. It was indeed a pleasure to speak for a while, and the crematorium was later.

...

A quarter of an hour later, the Navy Branch 177 was in the schoolyard.

It was late, and it was a calm and peaceful place that could not be born in any trouble. There were no people on the school grounds, only Sith, Smog, Victor, and Daschi, the second lieutenant of the Navy headquarters who followed Smog.

"Draw your sword, Sith, I won't bully you, I can let you take action first." Smoger lit a cigar, spit out a cigarette ring, pointed at Sith with ten fingers, looking like a villain, and had no master's demeanor at all.

"Then I'm more respectful than obedience." The Sith also pulled out a long sword from his waist and set up a fighting posture.

He was very cautious. Although Smog may not be the top master in One Piece world, there is no doubt that this should be the strongest opponent he has encountered in so many years.

"Sir Smog, you have to be careful, I am not as weak as I look." The long sword crossed the chest, and Sith licked his mouth, his eyes very sharp.

"Ha!" Smoger tilted his mouth and didn't care about Sith's warning.

What a joke, Tasmog is a brigade general of the Navy headquarters, a disciple of General Zefa, an elite class student, a second-generation sea who is truly a good-for-nothing, and a mere second-tier naval lieutenant from the second-line army, who actually wants to defeat him. What is this blue sky daydream?

The Sith was not annoyed, but just gave him an embarrassing but polite smile.

"Then I will take care of Lord Smog, please don't slap in the face."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I..." Faced with Sith's surrender, Smog was very helpful and laughed at the sky with a cigar in his mouth.

“It’s now.”

Before Smog finished speaking, Sith flew forward quickly, without any too many skills, and the long knife in his hand pointed directly at his neck.

The long sword and ten hands sparked in the air. Smog felt a little surprised at the force coming from the knife, but he was surprised that he seemed at ease in the face of the Sith's sudden attack, but because he was a little annoyed with the Sith.

"I am really worthy of being a brigade general in the headquarters. This force is so strong!" Sith said again and mocked Smog.

"Hmph!" Smoger didn't say anything, but just blocked it while sucking the cigar in his mouth, his face gloomy, and it seemed that he was about to open it.

Victor, who was standing beside him, looked at the battle situation in front of him and raised his eyebrows at Daschi, his stomach full of play.
Chapter completed!