Pirate King: I'm determined to be the King of Sons-in-Law!

Chapter 112 A shameless person is invincible.

"Get that brat here to see me right now!"

G-1 Training Ground.

After running two exhilarating laps, Loya received a summons from Lieutenant General Momonga. He immediately directed his men to line up, with their backs to the G-1 branch insignia.

"Give me a more unique pose!"

"oh!"

Bartolomeo and his underlings roared excitedly, as if possessed by a Stand, striking all sorts of flamboyant and bizarre poses.

As the most distinctive gangster organization in Loguetown, they have always had only one guiding principle.

Stirring up trouble, stirring up trouble, and stirring up more trouble!

The more flamboyant it is, the more they like it, especially when it's being unconventional inside the world's largest naval fortress—it's incredibly cool!

They absolutely adore Colonel Loya!

Loya stood at the very front of the line, supporting his super stylish mohawk, exuding confidence and swagger.

Come on, shout it with me!

"Three, two, one, cheese!"

"Click click click!"

The camera-taking Den Den Mushi blinks rapidly.

Check-in complete!

Loya was very satisfied. He went to the girl with glasses who was in charge of taking photos and whispered, "Send the photos to Morgans secretly. Be discreet and don't let anyone find out that we did it."

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Lu Yun's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

I'm so excited!

This is a guaranteed front-page news story three days from now!

Colonel Loya is so wicked.

But it's obvious they did it, so why would they need to hide it?

Hmm, let's use an encrypted Den Den Mushi!

Loya waved his hand: "I still have to see Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel. You guys just follow Colonel Tina around the base. Don't be too reserved, just make yourself at home."

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Tina was already in a daze.

There was a time when she firmly believed that Smoker was the most outrageous marine in the Navy, but now she realized that compared to the dark-haired man, Smoker was a good boy.

This is the G-1 Special Fortress of the Navy, known for its strict military discipline!

A moment later, in the base commander's office.

Loya stood up straight, exuding confidence.

"Colonel Loya, reporting for duty!"

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The flying squirrel stared at Loya's rather handsome mohawk, unsure whether to be angry or happy.

Mohawks are the best in the world!

Cough cough, no!

The discipline of the G-1 branch is almost ruined!

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, his face grim, coldly demanded, "Colonel Loya, do you know what you've done?"

"Actively participate in training?"

Loya stroked his chin. He had just arrived and had already led his subordinates into training. He should at least be commended.

"Snapped!"

Desktop HP-1.

"wrong!"

Seeing that Loya was completely unresponsive, the flying squirrel slammed its fist on the table in anger, its temper flaring up. This brat still hadn't realized its mistake!

Are you actively participating in training?

You're clearly here to cause trouble!

During the training camp, he knew that Loya was a super problem child, and he was extremely unwilling when Sengoku arranged for Loya to come to the G-1 branch.

He only reluctantly accepted Loya because of Zephyr's request, and promised to take good care of Loya.

As a result, his blood pressure spiked as soon as the kid arrived.

With a stern, unyielding face, the flying squirrel questioned, "Colonel Loya, what's going on with your and your men's hairstyles?"

"Reporting, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, we are all your fans. Knowing we were coming to Branch G-1, we all got the same haircut as you to show our respect!"

Justified and convincing.

Loya pulled out his little notebook with expectant eyes.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, could you please sign your name for us? I'd like to frame it and hang it on my dorm wall so I can admire it every day."

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The flying squirrel felt its blood pressure rise again.

I regret it, I really regret it.

He shouldn't have agreed to let that kid join the G-1 branch!

There's really nothing wrong with their hairstyles. Because of the rampant piracy, the Marines are under a lot of pressure, so they don't interfere too much with their personalities, such as hairstyles and tattoos.

In fact, any captain with a bit of personality will do something different to highlight their uniqueness.

Normally, lower-ranking marines don't need to be so individualistic, and their overall attire should conform to the positive image of the navy; this is an unwritten rule.

There's no doubt that the mohawk hairstyle is incredibly stylish!

But more than two hundred people all wore mohawks.

How embarrassing!

The flying squirrel softened its tone, pleading tactfully, "Colonel Loya, could you perhaps have the marines you brought change their hairstyles to normal?"

"Oh, Lieutenant General, you don't like mohawks?"

Loya stared intently at Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel's mohawk, which was a dark red color, even more striking than a rooster's comb.

The flying squirrel's face twitched.

He absolutely loves mohawks; among all the lieutenant generals in the headquarters, his super stylish mohawk is one of a kind!

To be honest, he was very happy to have subordinates who appreciated Mohican as well, which proved that his subordinates had quite good taste.

But the problem is

If the other lieutenant generals found out, they would definitely laugh at him!

The flying squirrel took a deep breath: "Loya, this isn't a matter of liking or disliking. So many people with mohawks are seriously affecting the discipline of the G-1 branch—"

"Wait a minute, Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel!"

Loya pulled out the naval discipline manual, flipping through it as he asked, "You said it affects military discipline, could you please tell me which chapter and which article it is?"

"this"

The flying squirrel was dumbfounded.

Goodness, they came prepared!

Loya narrowed his eyes. He was well aware that his behavior was out of line, so he studied military rules and regulations in his spare time.

The navy is a formal organization, and it has many similarities with the organization in my previous life. Simply put, as long as you don't make any fundamental mistakes, no one can do anything to you.

The only downside is that, like Smoker, being unconventional will negatively impact one's career advancement.

But does he care?

Within the established system, as long as one is content with little and doesn't make any major mistakes, one is invincible. Minor issues with conduct are no big deal; at most, one might be criticized by name.

If you want a promotion, just exchange military merits. Pirates are rampant in this world. As long as you have the strength, climbing up is only a matter of time.

Getting promoted by accumulating seniority and cultivating relationships takes a long time and doesn't align with his plans.

Another very important point is that Vice Admiral Momonga has a very upright character, and given his relationship with Professor Zephyr, he wouldn't go too far.

If he were facing Admiral Akainu, he would have to consider whether he would be melted down if he angered Akainu.

It depends on the person!

Another point is that the navy is a purely military organization and is very inclusive of officers with strength and potential.

The flying squirrel's head was throbbing with pain.

Fine, you're going to play this game with me, huh!

"Loya, according to military regulations, you can only bring a maximum of 10 subordinates with you when you take up your post, but the current situation far exceeds this limit. I must send them back!"

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, I know that this is indeed a violation of military discipline, but I have my reasons. Please listen to my explanation before making a decision."

Loya sighed deeply and began his speech with a melancholy expression.

"My men were originally street thugs in Loguetown, who spent their days stealing chickens and dogs, were good-for-nothings, and caused a lot of trouble for the people."

"But we can't blame them entirely, because they are all orphans who lacked parental guidance from a young age. It is this chaotic world that has led them to become the way they are."

"After I took over as the base commander of Loguetown, I was committed to maintaining peace in Loguetown, and how to resettle them became the top priority."

"They are still children, and they should have had bright futures!"

"I'm truly heartbroken!"

"At that time, the Loguetown Marines suffered heavy losses in their campaign against the Arlong Pirates. In order to replenish our forces and to help these kids turn over a new leaf, I recruited them into the Marines."

"But they were used to being undisciplined, and even after becoming naval officers, some of their bad habits were hard to change. As the one who recruited them, I had a responsibility to take care of them and be responsible for their future."

"I know very well that once I leave, these kids will revert to their old ways, so I brought them to Branch G-1, hoping that within this solemn fortress, I can train them into true marines!"

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, do you understand?"

"I can't just abandon them!"

Explain with emotion and reason.

Loya opened her 24K gold-plated Cartier eyes wide, looking expectantly at Vice Admiral Flying Squirrel, hoping to move him.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel fell silent.

He doesn't believe a single punctuation mark of the nonsense this kid is spouting.

What frustrated him most was that when he tried to reason with Loya, Loya would bring up military discipline, but when he tried to talk about military discipline with Loya, the guy would immediately turn around and talk about feelings.

If he were to refuse, wouldn't that make him seem like the devil?

I'm so angry!

The flying squirrel rested its chin on its hands, staring intently at Loya.

"Colonel Loya, according to military regulations—"

"I won't listen! I won't listen!"

Loya promptly covered his ears.

Ha, this doesn't even move you?

It's okay, I have another plan.

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, if you're not going to take them in, then send me away too, and better yet, send us to the G-5 branch."

"We are one!"

"I'm here, and so are they!"

hiss--!