The soldiers stationed here had received no word that Randall was coming.
But they had no intention of stopping him.
After all, if he insisted on entering, even all three Admirals together might not be able to stop him.
For the strong, rules were merely a way to display their status and strength.
And even if the soldiers could stop him, they would not.
After all, Randall's popularity in the Navy was at its peak.
How could they possibly stand in their idol's way?
He was only here to have a look around Punk Hazard.
It was not as though he would harm so much as a blade of grass here.
Randall returned the soldiers' salute and said with a smile:
"Thank you for your hard work, comrades."
The soldiers' faces instantly flushed with excitement.
Ahhhhh! Vice Admiral Randall spoke to us!
We're so lucky!
Soon, Randall arrived before a steel gate.
Before he could do anything, white vapor suddenly hissed from its edges, and the gate slowly opened.
Whatever material the gate was made of, its thickness alone was a full meter.
Even someone with Admiral-level strength would have to put in some effort to blast through it.
Inside the surveillance room, a group of people slumped to the floor.
"So it really is him..."
"Phew. If it's him, we're fine."
"Say, should we report that this man is here?"
At those words, everyone else abruptly turned toward the speaker.
"If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!"
One of them snarled.
The man who had spoken was left stunned by the outburst.
Seeing the gate open, Randall nodded in satisfaction.
This lot knows better.
Unlike their predecessors, who made me blast the door open myself.
Randall walked forward, then suddenly twitched his nose.
There was