One Piece: Trying 200 times harder, but being too overbearing.

The name "Black Hair" once again spread throughout the Navy.

Inside the G-1 branch.

All the marines were watching the black-haired man and his men, wondering what other outrageous antics he might pull, but then the black-haired man suddenly fell silent.

Moreover, the black-haired man led his subordinates in training every day on time, and his level of effort was no less than theirs, and even surpassed it.

Black Hair seemed like a different person, steady and stern. Even his gang of thugs were trained to the point of exhaustion by Black Hair, but they were all obedient and dared not resist.

If anyone makes a mistake, the black-haired man will really whip them without any mercy. The severity of his punishment terrifies many marines!

Aside from the still flamboyant and eye-catching hairstyle, the rest of the performance can only be described as excellent.

The stark contrast before and after left not only the marines bewildered, but also the officers somewhat caught off guard.

Isn't this normal?

Inside the training field, the Mohican contingent is marching forward carrying heavy loads.

"Get moving!"

"This is not the East China Sea. The enemy is stronger than you can imagine. If you want to survive in this sea, you'd better train hard!"

"I know you want to cause trouble, but you need to have the resources to back it up. Once you leave this fortress, no one will tolerate you!"

Loya, holding a blood-stained leather whip, followed beside the training formation. Anyone who slacked off would be struck with the whip and draw blood.

Even Barto was whipped until he screamed in pain.

He has achieved his goal. Now all the officers and generals in the base know that he is not to be trifled with, and Lieutenant General Squirrel has given him enough power, especially control over Squadron 11.

There's no need to keep causing trouble.

When he first arrived, Vice Admiral Momonga was able to take care of him out of respect for Professor Zephyr, but if he didn't know what was good for him and went too far, he would definitely suffer the consequences.

In the following days, Loya was engrossed in training his subordinates and ignored the outside world. However, a piece of news ignited the G-1 branch.

"Lieutenant General Momonga is going to establish the 11th Squadron?"

"And they're a pirate-slaying force!"

"The unit commander has black hair!"

The news spread as quickly as the sea breeze throughout the G-1 branch.

Only then did the officers realize why the Black-Haired Gang had been so obedient; they had secretly taken bribes long ago.

Envy, jealousy!

Under normal circumstances, the rank of a unit commander who leads a formal formation is at least major general, while a brigadier general can only serve as a battalion commander of 100 men.

Black Hair was only a colonel, yet he could command an entire squadron. How could this not arouse jealousy? Many brigadier generals and major generals were waiting for this opportunity.

"That wretched black hair!"

The officers were dissatisfied, but considering the consequences of provoking the black-haired man, they all had to think twice; that guy was like a mad dog who would bite.

Major General Yuchimura suffered a great loss and was even put in solitary confinement for three days!

Moreover, the members of the 11th Squadron are mainly the group of rogue naval officers brought by the black-haired guy, and whether they can control them is also a question.

Thunder, little rain.

Privately, the officers and soldiers were full of resentment, but on the surface, no one wanted to provoke the black-haired man, and no one competed with him for control of the 11th squadron.

Meanwhile, the discussion surrounding the Mohican team was also subtly changing.

"Mohicans are pretty cool!"

The marines trained together every day. At first, they found it funny to see Barto and the others, but after a while, they got used to seeing them and inexplicably found them cool.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly what makes them handsome, but when a group of mohawkers train with sweat pouring down their faces, their wild energy combined with their wild mohawks seems to create a subtle chemical reaction.

They're like a pack of unruly wolves!

They are far ahead in terms of momentum!

"How about I get a mohawk too?"

Many marines were eager to try, until some of them actually did it.

"Now when I walk, I feel much more powerful, as if a demon has been released from within me!"

"Me too! I feel like I'd be doing this handsome mohawk a disservice if I didn't act arrogant!"

"Yes, make your eyes even fiercer!"

"Wow, I'll try getting a mohawk too!"

Unbeknownst to many, the number of marines sporting mohawks gradually increased, from just a few at the beginning to hundreds or even thousands.

One person is individualistic, ten people are just following the trend.

A group of over a hundred people is considered fashionable and trendy!

At this moment, Vice Admiral Momonga is at headquarters, where he is apologizing to Fleet Admiral Sengoku for his mistakes regarding the newspaper incident.

"Marshal Sengoku, this incident was caused by my dereliction of duty. Upon returning, I will definitely order Colonel Loya to rectify the situation!"

"Ah."

Zhan Guo nodded slightly.

This is just a matter of conduct and not particularly serious, but it has indeed had a negative impact on the image of the Navy.

Rectification is a must!

"Flying Squirrel, this matter has a huge impact. Reporters from multiple news media outlets are waiting outside, requesting permission to conduct on-site interviews at Branch G-1."

"Take the reporters back for a visit."

"Remember, it must be made clear that this incident was an individual act, and the Navy's image of justice must not be tarnished in the slightest!"

The media controls public opinion!

Public opinion is also a weapon!

Even the world government and navy struggle to control the overall situation, and they have a love-hate relationship with various news media outlets.

Especially the World Economic News Agency, which has the greatest influence; they were the ones who orchestrated this incident. That bird that loves to join in the fun isn't so obedient.

"understand!"

The flying squirrel nodded solemnly.

"Marshal Sengoku, I would like to hear your opinion on the preparations for the 11th Squadron by the G-1 branch."

"You're the commander of G-1 base, so you can make the decision yourself."

The Warring States period had little interest in this matter.

German fortresses have a great deal of autonomy, and as long as they adhere to their responsibilities, minor changes are not a problem.

"Go!"

"Yes!"

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel left the office.

Inside the waiting room, reporters had been waiting for a long time, including Morgans. As soon as Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel appeared, the reporters immediately surrounded him.

"Vice Admiral Mohawk, is this Mohawk incident a propaganda campaign for the Navy's G-1 branch?"

"Were the marines' collective decision to shave their heads in mohawks influenced by you?"

"Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel."

Reporters surrounded the flying squirrel, bombarding it with questions, practically shoving microphones into its mouth.

Don't get angry, you mustn't get angry!

The flying squirrel, his forehead bulging with veins, forced a smile and said, "This whole mohawk incident was purely accidental. As for the marines in the photos, they're all new recruits who just joined the navy and haven't had time to groom themselves yet."

I offered a brief explanation.

"Please follow me to Branch G-1. I hope you will report truthfully that Branch G-1 is a righteous and solemn naval fortress!"

Two hours later.

Warships arrive at G-1 Fortress!

The adjutant Harry, sporting a mohawk, stood tall and proud as he came to greet him: "Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel, welcome back!"

"Harry???"

The flying squirrel looked at the adjutant's mohawk, his face twitching violently. Calm down, this must be an accident!

"Please come with me!"

The flying squirrel led a group of reporters to the training ground with the most marines. When he saw the marines in the training ground, he was completely petrified on the spot.

Mohawk, Mohawk, still the handsome Mohawk

What exactly happened in the branch while he was away? Did that brat Loya pull something again?

"Kakaka!"

The reporters were thrilled!