February 1, Monday. Weather: sleet.
At the Smart Airport in LaRousse City, in the Hoenn Region, a private plane trailed two white streams of air as it slowly descended.
Two rows of burly men in black combat uniforms stood ramrod straight on either side of a red carpet laid out in advance, their hands behind their backs.
At the front of the group, a blond man in a smart suit and another man with curly blue hair in a trench coat kept glancing toward the slowly taxiing plane.
"Hey, Furins, I gave you so many damn handsome suits, and you won't wear them. You're picking up the boss and the young master, and you're wearing that?" Archer looked at his colleague with disdain.
"I... don't like dressing too flashily." Furins glanced at the brightly dressed Archer beside him and couldn't help frowning.
"As one of Team Rocket's Four Generals, you should also watch your words and conduct, and uphold the Dark Army's dignity..."
Before Furins could finish, Archer mercilessly cut him off. "Four Generals, my ass. That was ages ago. I'm a legitimate businessman now. CEO of Rocket Logistics, general manager of Rocket Security. Ever heard of them?"
He straightened his suit, then glanced at his underlings in their black combat uniforms. Instantly losing his composure, Archer charged over and kicked them one by one.
"I told you today was a big day, and to dress respectably to welcome the Chairman on his inspection.
"And you bastards dressed like you're going to a funeral?!"
After kicking his underlings, Archer nervously took out a cigarette and held it between his lips. "Today's a big day. Remember, stay sharp, and most importantly, be polite~
"No fighting~ No swearing~ No intimidating passersby. Got it?"
Just then, an airport employee passed by pushing a