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"I thought you were more courageous? How about I not increase the intensity for you? You can just choose any one of us as your opponent."

Vashto reluctantly walked to where the Den Den Mushi was hidden and gave it to Judge.

Fortunately, he hid it well enough so that it was not affected by the battle.

Judge said nothing. In fact, he had not lost much fighting power, but a simple fight made him realize that if he continued to fight, he would be the only one to die.

He has worked hard to improve his body from the strength of an ordinary person to a higher level, and his strength is still rising.

As long as you survive, it is inevitable that you will raise talented children like the boy in front of you.

Therefore, even if it means losing some benefits, he cannot die. He must live until the day when the Vinsmoke family returns to its peak.

Secondly, this time he had a better understanding of the power of the navy. The two young brigadiers were so powerful that they deserved to be called the most violent organization at sea.

The navy must be considered an important factor in the next operation.

"Gulu gulu gulu"

The Den Den Mushi was connected after a burst of empty sound.

"What are your conditions?"

Judge, who was using the two dead clone soldiers as chairs to sit down and answer the phone, asked straight to the point.

"CP personnel will come to communicate with you."

The person on the other end of the phone answered nonchalantly.

This has always been the style of the World Government: the navy comes out to kill people, and the CP organization comes out to clean up the mess.

This is the art of checks and balances of power.

"What can I get?"

Judge asked somewhat unwillingly. Judging from the other party's tone, he might lose everything this time.

"If you still have the financial resources to pay the gold from heaven, you can keep your membership, but you will not be able to own an inch of land from now on."

The person on the other end of the phone hung up after saying that, leaving Judge there to think.

...

Otluk II used a telescope to see that the battle in the port had subsided.

The two tall commodores were still standing there, and he knew that he would definitely be promoted.

"Outluk"

The king on the stage, who was also watching the battle with him, suddenly called out his name.

Thinking that the king was going to promote him to a higher title on the spot, Otluk happily walked up to him.

"Block everything and anything that happens at the port today. If I hear anything about the Vinsmoke family from that man, he, his immediate superior, his wife and children should all pack their bags and go live at the scrap terminal."

"In addition, because Otluk has worked diligently and conscientiously for many years, and has won my heart, I will confer him the title of Baron. The position transfer will be announced tomorrow."

Before the two naval commodores arrived, the CP organization came to "greet" him. Even though he didn't quite understand the ins and outs of it, he could still follow their lead.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I, Otluk II, am willing to serve Your Majesty with all my heart and soul."

Otluk did not question why the king wanted to erase the battle.

After all, the Vinsmoke family is notorious, and victory in this battle means a lot to their Kingdom of Goa.

However, good subordinates never question the decisions of their leaders.

Why not just do as he is told? He has already got the real barony, so why would he care about empty titles?

...

"It was a bit too fast. We prepared for such a long time, but the other party was defeated in less than half an hour."

Vashto felt a little unsatisfied.

For example, in order to meet a friend from another place, you carefully prepare a long-term plan and purchase a lot of supporting facilities.

But that day, his relatives came home.

Are you at the door going out or going in?

"He himself is not very strong, and he is at an absolute disadvantage in the battle with us. I expected that he would be defeated soon, but I didn't expect him to surrender."

"Aren't conceited people very stubborn? Why is Jiazhi a bit of a fence-sitter?"

Sakaski pulled a fine cigar from his coat pocket, lit it and began to puff away the smoke.

A cigarette after the war makes you feel as happy as a god.

"Give me a fire, my fire was just pierced by a clone soldier's bullet"

Vashto also took out a cigar from his pocket, fumbled around in his pocket, and finally found the lighter that had been pierced.

His clothes were thrown at the entrance of the port, and it stands to reason that no clone soldiers would arrive there, let alone shoot at his navy coat to vent their anger.

"I remember you were barely twelve years old, right? If the Warring States general knew you had learned bad things from me, he would have nagged me endlessly."

Sakaski did not lend the lighter to Vashto, not because he was afraid of being punished by Marshal Zhan Guo as he said verbally, nor because this guy had stolen more than a dozen lighters from him while he was waiting for fighter planes in the North Sea.

It was because he recognized that the cigar that Vashto took out was exactly the same as the one in his hand.

"What a hypocrite! When we were in Beihai, you took the initiative to light a cigarette for me. But now times have changed and you are the newcomer and you won't even lend me a lighter."

"You said you had someone else outside? Was it that vixen from the branch? Was it that sweet girl? I was wondering why you were training in the training ground next door in the middle of the night, it turns out it was..."

Vashto's nonsense made Sakaski, a straight man, a little unbearable.

Not to mention that there was a defeated Judge next to them, staring at them with wide eyes, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Here you go, here you go, here you go"

Sakaski threw the lighter to Vashto in disgust.

"Remember to return it to me. This is a lighter worth collecting."

Sakaski instructed, even though he knew there was a high probability that he would not be able to come back.

...

"Long time no see, both of you"

Yue Er, who had not been seen for a year, appeared in front of the two of them holding a large sword that was a bit yellow and red.

"It's you. We were just talking about who is so cruel as to finish off a clone soldier struggling on the sea and even stab him in the anus."

"I didn't expect that it was really the first "Chrysanthemum Sword" produced by your Navy Headquarters, Brigadier General Yue Er."

Vashto threw his cigar on the ground and stamped it out, then put his lighter in his pocket naturally and greeted the visitor happily.

"What 'Chrysanthemum Sword'? This is my Holy Sword."

Yue Er argued unhappily.

"What's that yellow stuff?"

Vashto walked up to Yue'er and was about to give him a hug, but when he saw the yellow color, he hesitated.

Yue Er blushed and argued.

"I am not one of those filthy things... I really am not! I am a noble, so what if I put some gold on my sword?"

What followed was a stream of professional rhetoric, such as "a noble's sword must be made of gold" and "different swordsmanship schools have different ways of fighting", which made Sakaski and Vashto burst into laughter, and the port was filled with a happy atmosphere.