Smoker's Mission (22)

"Vice Admiral, you were looking for me?"

Not long after Koby left, Smoker appeared at the courtyard entrance, wearing an unbuttoned jacket that exposed his chest, a head of spiky silver-white hair, and looking more like a gang leader than a Marine Rear Admiral as he bit down on a cigar.

More importantly, the "Mohawk" officers' residential area was a symbol of status. Even people like Stonobeli, who rarely returned to Headquarters, had their own small courtyard in this area.

This was the Marines' recognition of their status and achievements. It was not merely for show, so the courtyards were moderately sized rather than extravagant.

Past the main gate was the courtyard, and behind it stood the main house. The entire layout was visible at a glance.

So...

The moment Smoker finished speaking and looked up, he met Zephyr's furious glare.

Smoker: "..."

This was bad!

Ron had summoned him, but Smoker had been so busy rushing around that he had forgotten this was Zephyr's home.

"Smoker! Recite the Marine uniform regulations for me!"

Zephyr slammed his palm onto the table and rose, fixing the other man with an imposing stare.

Silently removing his cigar, Smoker blinked innocently at Ron.

You called me here for something, right?

Then don't just stand there and enjoy the show!

"Ahem, Teacher, I don't think that's the important issue right now—"

"If it isn't this, then what is?!"

Before Ron could finish, Zephyr angrily cut him off. Then he looked at Smoker with a disappointed expression. "I thought sending you to East Blue for a few years of tempering would help you rein in that rotten temper, but looking at you now... I already know the result."

"..."

You can't judge a man by appearances, old man!

Don't you know people change after three