Next to the huge round table were red chairs with the captains of each base sitting on them. Only the initiator of 153 Branch, Captain Monca, didn't appear. Instead, Yarlin stood in the center of the table.
Captain Ricky of the 44th Marine Branch picked up a lighter and lit the cigar that Fobican handed over to him. He glanced at Yarlin with a slightly hazy look. Next to him sat the commander of the 127th Branch, Captain Jones, the commander of the 195th Branch, Captain Hook, and the commander of the 202nd Branch, Captain Dick.
Yarlin's eyes swept across their faces one by one, and their corresponding names appeared in his mind. He got some very limited information about these people from Lippa, but it was very brief and not necessarily accurate. Yarlin needed to contact them himself to judge.
"Monca didn't appear, so he found a second lieutenant to entertain us?" Ricky blew out a deep smoke ring, crossed his legs, and looked at Yarlin with a sneer. "The Marine Club is simply whimsical."
Jones wore a flat hat and had a sly look on his face. He glanced at Ricky and then at Arlen. He chuckled but didn't say anything.
"The name is quite scary." Hook licked his lips, and the five fingers of his right hand with the golden ring tapped on the table. He asked, "But what are you planning to do? Since Monca didn't come, you … Well, Lieutenant Yarlin should be able to explain it to me. "
Dick, on the other hand, was balding. He leaned back in his chair and yawned as if he wasn't very interested.
Hatti recovered from the shock just now. At this moment, he stared at Yarlin with a hazy look. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "The Marine Club sounds very promising, but if you think about it carefully, it's impossible."
Fob played with the lighter in his hand with a harmless smile on his chubby face. He looked at Yarlin with interest. He finally realized what was wrong with the second lieutenant.
He was too calm. Shouldn't a Second Lieutenant be fearful and respectful when facing a Colonel? However, this Lieutenant Yarlin's performance was too calm. Behind his polite demeanor was an indifferent gaze, but in reality, he was looking down from above.
None of the people present were idiots. They didn't need Arlen to point it out. They naturally understood the value and prospects behind the "Marine Club". However, after the initial shock, they could imagine how difficult it would be to achieve. Not to mention the fact that there were 113 Marine branches in the East China Sea, even these people present might not be willing to gather at the same table next time.
"The Marine Club, all members who join the club are Marines. The purpose of the club is to connect everyone in East Blue and share resources and benefits!" Yarlin didn't get angry. It was as if he was really relaying Monca's message, repeating it like it was a scripture.
"Share resources and benefits? How do you mean share? "Hatti asked.
"The sea areas under the jurisdiction of each Naval Branch are all connected, and the sea trade routes are interconnected. We don't have to shrink to our own territory, but together …" Before Yarlin could finish, he was interrupted by Ricky's sneer.
"Together? Why should we? I think it's good for everyone to take care of their own territory." Ricky threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said rudely, "The sea areas under our jurisdiction are different. Some are big, some are small. Isn't it good to close the door and play by ourselves? Anyway, I don't want to share with others. I don't want to lose or take advantage of others. First of all, I don't feel comfortable."
"Ricky has a point. It's not that I think the Marine Club is bad," Dick agreed. Dick chimed in, "It's not a bad idea to have a place to meet up once in a while, but there's no need for anything else."
Yarlin looked at the several Marine Captains expressionlessly. His eyes narrowed slightly, and said lightly, "It's mainly for the benefit of the Marine as a whole. After all, it's inevitable that there will be some friction between us. The existence of the club is to hope that everyone can calmly sit at the table and solve the problem. It's not like our 153 Branch and the 16th Branch who seem to want to fight to the death!"
When he said "fight to the death", Yarlin deliberately emphasized the nasal sound, as if he was hinting something to everyone.
"Hahahaha … your 153 Branch can't even take care of yourself now. Don't bother to think about these things." Ricky laughed and stood up. He clapped his hands and asked Dick, "When I first came in, I felt that the layout here was good. There's a small bar. I'm going to have a drink. Do you want to come?"
Dick got up and went out with Ricky, and then several others got up and went out, leaving only Colonel Faubickan of the 65th Branch, Colonel Jones of the 127th Branch, and Second Lieutenant Arlen, whose expression had not changed in the slightest from beginning to end.
The three people looked at each other. Faubick looked at Yarlin with interest and said curiously, "I thought Lieutenant Yarlin would be angry. I didn't expect him to be so calm."
"Don't you two want to have a drink with Colonel Ricky? The club has all kinds of entertainment venues. "Yarlin smiled and didn't answer Faubick's question directly.
"There's no need to rush. I'm quite interested in the Marine Club. I'm staying here to ask some more questions. I hope Lieutenant Arlen can give me some answers." Jones's eyes darted back and forth between Arlen and Faubus.
"Okay, I'm happy to answer!" Yarlin pulled out a chair and sat down. He had been standing the whole time.
Faubick had a strange look in his eyes. His feeling was right. Yarlin was acting in front of everyone in disguise. He didn't expect the people in the room to listen to him. Now, when only the people who were really interested were left, he took off his polite and humble disguise and revealed his extraordinary appearance.
Jones watched Yarlin sit down. His pupils contracted slightly. He asked, "After joining the club, if there are differences between members on certain issues, how do you solve them?"
"Vote to solve it. The minority obeys the majority. The club rules must be followed and in the interests of the majority!" Yarlin replied.
This answer wasn't too out of Jones's expectations. He continued to ask, "What if someone doesn't follow? What about the rules? "
"Then he's an enemy of the club!" Yarlin raised his eyebrows slightly. The corner of his mouth curved up slightly, revealing his teeth. It was a smile, but it gave people a very cold and dangerous feeling.
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