One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

"You bastard, I'm not a prostitute!"

"Snapped!"

The small round mirror shattered!

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel paced angrily back and forth in the room, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

Foolish Yuchimura, why did you have to provoke that brat? And now that brat has caught you red-handed.

Also, mohawks are really cool!

"Harry, pass on the word: Major General Yuchimura has attacked a colleague without authorization, a serious violation of military regulations and discipline. He will be placed in solitary confinement for three days."

"Yes!"

Lieutenant Harry left with a strange expression.

Three days of confinement were ineffective and merely a formality to put an end to the matter, but it undoubtedly represented a victory for the black-haired group.

Poor Major General Yuchimura.

"Boom! Boom!"

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

The flying squirrel looked up and saw Smoker standing at the door. His head throbbed even more. One black-haired boy had already exhausted him, and now another problem child from headquarters had arrived.

Did he offend someone?

"Smoker reporting for duty!"

"come in."

The flying squirrel spoke weakly and listlessly.

"Yes."

Smoker arrived at the desk. Before coming to the G-1 branch, he had gone to headquarters and submitted his application to Fleet Admiral Sengoku to go to G-1, following the established procedure.

He can do whatever he wants in Loguetown, and nobody can stop him, but back at headquarters, he still has to follow the rules.

The flying squirrel looked at Smoker and asked listlessly, "What are your plans for applying to join Branch G-1?"

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel!"

Smoker asked with a grim face, "Has Colonel Loya arrived at G-1 branch yet?"

"Don't mention that bastard to me!"

The flying squirrel was furious when it heard Loya's name.

That kid has only been here for three days, but it feels like three months have passed. Do you know how he got through those three days?

Smoker was somewhat taken aback.

Why does it seem like Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel is harboring a lot of resentment?

Judging by the timeline, Loya has only been at the G-1 branch for two or three days at most. I wonder if he'll cause trouble as soon as he arrives.

Smoker considered it for a moment, but remained firm in his decision: "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, I want to join Colonel Loya's ranks."

"To be that kid's subordinate?"

The flying squirrel was stunned.

Are you out of your mind?

Smoker, you're a top-notch, elite colonel from headquarters, how could you end up working for that bastard?

"Yes."

Smoker answered calmly.

He had already decided when he left Loguetown that rather than following a bunch of useless people like before, he would rather stay under Loya's command, at least Loya's way of doing things suited his taste.

Moreover, he wants to defeat Loya!

The flying squirrel gave Smoker a deep look.

Although Smoker has many problems, he does possess considerable strength and is a Logia-type Devil Fruit user with unlimited potential.

He originally planned to let Smoker take some time to settle down, and then, after two years, hand over one of the branch squadrons to Smoker to lead.

But since Smoker had taken the initiative and seemed to be there specifically for Loya, he couldn't ignore Smoker's wishes.

"I'm planning to establish the G-1 11th Squadron, led by Colonel Loya. Since you want to work with him, then join the 11th Squadron."

"Yes, Lieutenant General Momonga!"

Smoker was a little puzzled. What was the situation with the 11th Squadron? The G-1 branch was organized the same as the headquarters, with 10 squadrons of permanent troops.

Besides, Loya is only a colonel; even if a new squadron is established, it wouldn't be his turn to lead it.

The flying squirrel also had its own unspeakable grievances.

Building a new fleet is very complicated and cannot be done in a day or two. It requires not only dedicated warships and logistics personnel, but also a huge financial expense.

But considering that Loya had only been there for three days and had already made a mess of the branch, it was better to send Loya away and, ideally, not to come back.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door; it was Colonel Harry, the adjutant, returning.

Lieutenant Harry, holding a newspaper, said with a forced smile, "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, the latest issue of the newspaper is on sale. You'd better take a look."

"What, is there some big news?"

The flying squirrel became interested, because information flow was relatively difficult, and reading newspapers was one of the greatest pleasures for many officers, and he was no exception.

The fact that the adjutant was so serious meant that something big must have happened.

Could it be that the Four Emperors have clashed?

Or are there new pirate supernovas?

"Harry, make me a cup of coffee, and um, make Smoker one too."

"Ok."

Harry smiled wryly as he made himself some coffee.

Lieutenant General Momonga has a habit of drinking coffee while reading the newspaper, but it's uncertain whether he'll still be in the mood for coffee later.

"Smoker, have a cup of coffee before you go."

"Yes, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel."

Smoker didn't refuse and sat down on the sofa with the flying squirrel. He was also a little curious about the information in the newspaper.

A moment later, the flying squirrel crossed its legs, sipped its coffee, and then, with a relaxed mindset and full of anticipation, picked up the newspaper.

What interesting big news could it be?

When the flying squirrel saw the headline "Mohicans are the best in the world" on the front page, its heart skipped a beat. Then it saw the photos of the G-1 training ground and the group of monsters in the photos.

"puff!"

The coffee sprayed out completely.

"Loya!!!"

A furious roar echoed through the office.

Smoker picked up the newspaper and looked at Loya and Barto's menacing poses and their uniform mohawks.

"puff!"

The coffee sprayed out completely.

He was only two or three days late, what on earth did these idiots do?!

Naval Headquarters, Marshal's Office.

Karp, clutching his stomach, lay on the sofa laughing so hard he could barely breathe: "Hahaha, these little guys are just too funny!"

"Damn it, what's so funny about this!"

Sengoku slammed the newspaper to the ground, clutching his throbbing forehead, and gritted his teeth, saying, "To commit such an outrageous act at the Navy's most important G-1 branch fortress, and to have it published in the newspaper, has completely tarnished the Navy's reputation!"

"Pfft hahaha!"

"Garp, how long are you going to keep laughing!"

Zephyr smoothed things over, saying, "Sengoku, please don't blame Garp."

"you shut up!"

Sengoku was even angrier: "Zefa, you also bear an unshirkable responsibility for this!"

On this day, people all over the world remember one thing.

Mohawks are the best in the world!

Chapter 116 What is Trend?

As time went by, the impact of the news headlines continued to unfold, and the Mohican squadron of the G-1 branch became the focus of discussion at various naval bases.