Work Hours Mean Titles!

At this moment, no one had expected Xia Luo to suddenly lash out.

The entire conference room fell deathly silent. Every officer present barely dared to breathe, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.

His tyrannical, violent aura crashed down like an overwhelming tide, all of it directed at Sakazuki alone.

Under the seemingly tangible shroud of Conqueror's Haki, even the air twisted!

Sakazuki's expression changed drastically. He had not expected Xia Luo's Conqueror's Haki to be this powerful—so powerful that even he felt immense pressure!

It seemed the rumors were true. Xia Luo's strength was unfathomable, and he most likely already possessed the combat power of an admiral. What he lacked was probably nothing more than the title of Marine admiral!

But—so what?!

Sakazuki's gloomy eyes were filled with defiance. Give him just a little more time, and he too would possess strength comparable to an admiral.

What he lacked now was merely time!

Sakazuki took a step forward, staring fixedly at Xia Luo as he shouted in a deep voice, "Xia Luo, do you want to fight?"

"Commodore Sakazuki, we're on duty. Address people by their rank while on duty!"

Xia Luo likewise stepped forward, his gaze arrogant and unyielding.

"Commodore Sakazuki, do you know the consequences of directly calling a superior by name and talking back to them?"

"You're not my direct superior."

"Even so, I'm a vice admiral! And you're only a commodore!"

Xia Luo's momentum surged as he pressed forward aggressively. "By all rights, an officer of your rank isn't qualified to attend such a high-level meeting!"

"You!"

Sakazuki's face alternated between green and white. His chest heaved violently with rage, and rolling magma bubbled from his body.

Sizzle—

The wooden floor was instantly burned full of small holes.

Clearly, Sakazuki was on the verge