Berroumebé was stunned, his heart suddenly set off stormy waves. "It's not me, I don't know anything, then someone is using my name to deceive Satoni, who could it be?"
A cold and stern face appeared in his mind, and the most terrifying thought in his mind finally emerged. Could it be that all of this was an illusion, and everything was personally designed by that man?
"When Satoni went to find me, who was with him?" Berroumebé's mind seemed to flash, he suddenly asked.
"Well, I remember it seems to be a few Marine recruits, yes, yes, they came back and reported to me that Lieutenant Colonel Satoni disappeared halfway, I was too anxious at the time, so I didn't remember who it was." The lieutenant commander replied.
"Yarlin! It's you, right? Everything was planned by you! "Berroumebé smiled bitterly, his lips were bleeding from his teeth.
Li Pa didn't understand what was going on as he looked at Bellu Maybo who had lost his composure and the hysterical Marine Lieutenant Commander. The solidified bloody words in his peripheral vision made his heart shrouded in a haze.
When he returned to the building, Berroumebé was surprised to find that the guards standing at the door were gone. He didn't say a word as he walked into the house, only to find that someone had entered the house.
He entered the house and carefully examined it, he found that the Den Den Mushi had been taken away. Sure enough, there was a knock on the door, a Marine soldier stood at the door and reported to him. "Navy Branch 153 sent someone to take the Den Den Mushi for maintenance and repair."
Berroumebé listened with a blank face, his heart sank. This must be Yarlin's idea, to completely cut off his contact with the outside world, he would be completely locked in this base.
Sure enough, the Marine also reported to him that the two warships at the port had just left.
He closed the door.
Berroumebé stared at Lippa and the lieutenant commander, he said. "I can now confirm that the real culprit behind all this is Lieutenant Yarlin, Lieutenant Commander Lippa, I need you to eradicate him."
A few hours later.
"… The current situation is like this, because of my mistake, now the entire Naval Branch has been placed in Lieutenant Yarlin's confidant, he controls the entire management level." Berroumebé selectively narrated, letting Lieutenant Commander Lippa understand the current situation.
Lippa's throat was a bit dry, his expression was serious. "What do you need me to do?"
"In order for the entire branch to operate normally and not cause a riot, we need to quickly replace all the officers with people we can trust. This is what Lieutenant Yarlin taught me. I don't know why he dared to leave the branch at this time, but this is obviously a fatal mistake. Lieutenant Commander Lippa, as long as you help us, we can quickly replace all the officers. At that time, we only need a command from Colonel Monca, and Lieutenant Yarlin will pay for all his evil deeds." Berroumebé said fiercely.
…
The two warships quietly docked at the narrow dock. The townspeople of Frost Moon Island stared at the two warships with fear. They didn't know why, but they didn't dare to get close to the two warships. Soon, the news of the navy coming to the island spread to the town.
On the west side of the town, there was a large dojo. The dojo's name was One Heart Dojo. At this moment, a group of students were wielding swords and stabbing at wooden stakes. Among them, Ka Ba was also wielding a wooden sword and stabbing at a wooden stake that was as tall as a person.
Whoosh … Whoosh …
Sword after sword stabbed into the wooden stake, leaving fine white marks. He yawned in boredom. He had come to this small town more than a month ago. Then, in his boredom, he wandered aimlessly to this dojo. Then, he was attracted to this dojo. Using his own explanation, since the small town was boring and he had nothing to do, he might as well find some time to do it. It just so happened that the dojo was cheap, and he could also exercise his body.
The owner of the dojo was a middle-aged man named Koshiro. He had an elegant and gentle look. He wore a pair of transparent glasses on his face. He always had a smile on his face. There was no murderous aura around him. It was hard to imagine that such a man would be the owner of the dojo.
However, since the dojo's fee was very low, Kabar was too lazy to care about it. His attention was focused on a man not far away who had green algae hair and three teardrop-shaped golden earrings hanging from his ears.
Dressed in a white short-sleeved T-shirt, with a green belt around his waist, his entire body emitting a beast-like aura. At this moment, he was holding a metal sword in each of his hands, madly hacking at the copper and iron pillar in front of him. Glaring sparks were like terrifying fire snakes that were rolling about. The dazzling sword shadows were like a curtain of rain, chilling to the bone. Even with Ka Ba's eyesight, he was unable to clearly see which of the sword shadows was real and which was fake.
The beast-like roar was accompanied by the continuous slashing sound. Even from 10 meters away, Kabar could feel the hair on his back standing up. He quietly glanced at the other party from the corner of his eyes. The other party seemed to have sensed it. His eyes suddenly turned and stared at him. The sharp gaze was like the extension of a sword, piercing Kabar's eyes. His muscles instinctively tightened and he almost wanted to swing his sword and slash in that direction.
The other party's gaze turned away in a flash, but Kabar's whole body seemed to have stiffened for a moment. Then, the other party indifferently withdrew his gaze and continued to slash at the iron stake in front of him tirelessly. With Kabar's observation for more than a month, he knew that this guy would slash from day to night, and he didn't seem to know fatigue at all.
"Roronoa Sauron, a beast-like man, a swordsman who vainly tries to cut through steel!" Kabar's evaluation of this man emerged in his mind. Then, he saw the other party suddenly stop his movements. He held the two swords in his palms and walked towards him like a crab.
The surrounding students who were dressed in white spontaneously dispersed. Only Kabar stared at Sauron with some confusion. He looked at the mocking gazes around him as if they were watching a good show. Then, he looked at Sauron's approaching footsteps and felt his hair stand on end.
"Newcomer, you have been in the dojo for a month." Sauron stood at the position of a sword's distance away. His cold voice pierced Kabar's eardrums like the edge of a sword.
"Ah, yes." Kabar looked at Sauron vigilantly.
"Very well, let's have a duel." Sauron inserted his two swords into the scabbard. His fierce and cold gaze locked onto Kabar. At the same time, his left hand gently held the scabbard and his right hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword.
"… …" Kabar felt his scalp explode. He swallowed the words of refusal that were at the tip of his tongue. He felt that Sauron would not give him the chance to refuse. The other party's murderous intent had already locked onto him. As long as he made a move, the other party would slash at him without any explanation. The only thing he could do was to draw his sword and fight.
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