iral of the North Sea, highest commander of the Imperial Navy of the North Sea, Colonel Darren of the Naval Headquarters, has met with Sir Eldes Saint."A laid-back, effortless, magnetic voice with a h...Taking advantage of the two or three days off he had, Darren took a quick tour around the entire Marine Headquarters in Marinford.

Overall, Marinduque is not an island but rather a collection of landmasses similar to an archipelago.

From an administrative planning standpoint, civilian areas and military zones were artificially demarcated.

The military zone primarily includes large-scale defensive structures such as the Central Military Fort and the Oval Bay. It also encompasses major arsenals, administrative offices of various military departments, training grounds, and the offshore waters where warships patrol.

The civilian district, also known as the residential and commercial districts, is home to Marin Vando's native residents and naval families. Most high-ranking officers' mansions are also located in the civilian district.

Although Marin Vando serves as the center of the world's justice forces, the residential area still boasts a relatively prosperous commercial street, catering to the daily life and entertainment needs of its inhabitants.

On the aspects of material supply and commercial trade, the Navy Headquarters would issue trade permits to some powerful merchant fleets.

These trade caravans transport goods and food from all over the world. After arriving at Malindvar, the merchant ships will undergo strict scrutiny by the headquarters to ensure they are not carrying any dangerous goods before being allowed to deliver their cargo to the civilian district.

Sitting on a beach chair in his own backyard, Darren puffed on a cigar and pondered.

"Woof woof...woof woof..."

The abrupt ring of a military telephone bug shattered his train of thought.

Darren pulled out a military commlink from his pocket, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he saw the signal. He answered the communication.

"It is truly an honor that the esteemed Admiral Hokkaido, with his high rank and prestige, has taken the time to contact me."

A helpless voice of a flying squirrel echoed from the telephone bug:

"You're kidding, aren't you… The Governor of Behai's life is truly no joke."

Darren was delighted.

"Now you understand the pressure I was under before, right"

On the side of Phone Insect, the flying squirrel sat alone in the office of the branch chief at Branch 321.

His eyes were deeply sunken, and he looked utterly exhausted. He couldn't help but take a long drag of his cigar to perk himself up, gritting his teeth as he spoke:

"I truly don't know how you managed to survive before. Naval internal affairs are one thing, but training, procurement, budgeting, exercises, and cleaning up pirates... I'm familiar with all of it and can handle it."

His voice suddenly rose an octave, his tone filled with pain.

But what is this endless feast!

“Almost every day there are banquets, parties, dinners, auctions, wine tastings!! Don’t those nobles and politicians have some serious business to attend to”

Invitations kept pouring in...especially after they knew you'd snagged the "Top Student" position at the main training camp...those social gatherings became even more extravagant.

Those guys, like sharks smelling blood, swarmed over. There were 10 phone bugs set up at the base to communicate and receive distress calls from civilians... they kept ringing off the hook every day!

The flying squirrel's eyes were bloodshot, its mouth and nose reeking of alcohol. Its face contorted in pain as it said:

"Darren, do you know how I've been for the past two weeks"

“Every day it’s either drinking or eating, either the kabuki theater or a private gambling den. Countless gifts of fine liquor and tobacco, I simply can't refuse. To refuse them, they would kneel before me on the spot... Gold and silver treasures so plentiful that my office couldn't hold them all!”

All kinds of beautiful women were crowding into my arms. At the poker table, whenever I played a three of a kind, they'd all say, "That's too big, we can't afford it..."

"I don't know how much longer I can support this kind of life."

He pounded his fist heavily on the desk, his eyes bloodshot and breathing heavily:

"What do those guys think I am!"

"I am a righteous sailor!!"

Listening to the flying squirrel's complaints, Darren's smile deepened, and he couldn't help but tease.

"Colonel Flying Squirrel, you must understand, the life you're living now is a dream that countless people can't even imagine."

"I'd rather fight pirates!"

Hearing Darren's gleeful voice, the flying squirrel gritted its teeth, furious.

Darren couldn't help but smile.

Strength is the shortcut to all destinations.

In the face of absolute power, all authority, status, fame, and wealth...must give way.

In the past, I had absolute power in Beihai. I could command the winds and rain, and didn't need any political maneuvering. In short, I possessed overwhelming strength that could dominate the entire Beihai region.

Those servile smiles and fawning expressions are all a manifestation of submission under one's powerful strength.

After arriving at the Marine Headquarters, he single-handedly removed the title of "Chief," which means that his strength, Rogers D. Lauren, is not limited to just the North Sea. Even looking at the entire world's navy, he possesses absolute ruling power!

This way, those North Sea nobles, merchants, and political figures who constantly inquired about Darren's news would naturally swarm him like sharks smelling blood. They flocked to Darren's doorstep, fawning over his deputy and successor, the mouse.

This was also Darren's initial plan.

The more chaotic he is at the Marine Headquarters, the more stable his power in the North Sea will become.

But these kinds of social engagements do indeed pose a certain difficulty for the nimble rat, whose serious and composed nature is rather at odds with such frivolity.

"Actually, you're just too tight, relax a little, flying squirrel, don't put any psychological pressure on yourself."

Darren said with a smile:

"Those so-called banquets and dinners are unnecessary, just refuse them directly. We are sailors, there is no need to socialize with that bunch of drunkards."

"Developing hard power is the most important task, of course, if the pressure is too great, it's not impossible to relax in a cabaret."

Darren blinked.

The flying squirrel rolled its eyes.

Networking and socializing weren't really his forte, and Darren's words gave him a sense of relief.

"How is Jerma 66 doing these days"

Darren asked a question.

Speaking of serious business, the flying squirrel instantly entered a state of seriousness and said gravely:

"There hasn't been too much movement recently, and our business cooperation with Vince Smoak Gatch is still going normally."

Darren nodded.

Where is my sweet little pupil

The flying squirrel slowly exhaled a plume of smoke and spoke in a low voice:

"Doflamingo's power is still growing, his strength is increasing rapidly. A few days ago, he clashed with a pirate whose bounty was over 30 million. He cut the poor guy into pieces in less than a minute."

But overall, he still keeps himself in check at Beihai, doing things according to your rules.

"That's good." Darren smiled contentedly. "Though, speaking of which, you haven't congratulated me on becoming chief yet"

The flying squirrel is out of breath:

"Isn't this a given"

"By the way, I have to go, Darren. Germa 66 has a new shipment of weapons that arrived at the port, and I need to check it out."

"Well, you've worked hard. When I get back to Beihai, let's have a drink."

Darren smiled, which instantly brought a glare from the flying squirrel.

Military telephone worm communication was interrupted.

Darren had just put away the communicator when a head suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking out the sunlight.

grinning widely and fawning excessively

Darren: "..."

"I said, you guys, don't you ever knock on the door before running into other people's yards Aren't you afraid of getting beaten"

Darren sighed helplessly.

He had long since discovered that the fellow was eavesdropping in the corner.

Adding a mischievous grin and rubbing his hands together, he said:

"That... Darren, can I talk to you about something"

Darren raised an eyebrow.

"No."

To the point.

His face instantly fell.

Then,

He suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, clutching Darren's legs tightly and sobbing loudly:

"Please, Darren!!!"

"I want to be transferred to Beihai. Beihai is missing a deputy admiral, isn't it I'll go be the second-in-command to that weasel!!"

"I also thought about that kind of life!!!"

"That kind of life that's not human, let me add my selfless dedication to the genius and take one person on. Please!"

He screamed his lungs out.

Darren: …

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I ask for everything, and I am eternally grateful.ken its craving for flesh.Come on, Doflamingo.Upon hearing Daren's question, Don Flamingo fell silent.Scenes flashed through his mind at lightning speed.Flames, shouts, curses, beds of the sick, corps...