Comrades and losers

"Heh."

"Things are starting to get interesting!"

His Domain spread outward, and in an instant, he saw the conference room not far away.

At that moment, the atmosphere inside the conference room was tense.

Kong frowned as he looked at the Vice Admirals seated on either side.

Sengoku headed the group on the left, while the group on the right was led by Jabbar, a sixty-two-year-old man with a square face and scruffy stubble.

"Jabbar is the best choice for the next Fleet Admiral!"

"That's right, I support Vice Admiral Jabbar!"

"He has the strength of an Admiral, and he's more loyal to the Marines!"

The arguing soon began.

"Admiral Sengoku is the best choice! What right do you outsiders transferred here have to tell us what to do?"

"Go back to your Army! You have no say in our Marines!"

"Don't think we can't see through your disgusting intentions!"

For a moment, the conference room erupted, and the two sides looked ready to come to blows at the slightest disagreement.

Kong's frown deepened.

Just then, the conference room doors flew open, revealing a figure.

"Who the hell is Jabbar? Get lost while you still can!"

"Only Admiral Sengoku is fit to become the next Fleet Admiral!"

The icy voice carried throughout the room, instantly silencing the argument.

Chapter 172: Comrades and losers

His towering frame blocked almost everything behind the doors, and thick, winding veins stood out clearly at his loose collar.

A section of his firm, full chest was exposed. The Marine Uniform he wore looked as flimsy as paper, as though a single flex would burst it apart.

He had a neat crew cut and a face that looked carved by blades and chisels, resolute and sharply defined.

Some looked puzzled, while others' eyes widened in shock,