Youshi Jun squinted his eyes, looking at the beret who seemed to have no regard for his surroundings, his index finger pointing toward the peaceful celebrations in the hall behind him.
"This is Blue Capital Star, and right now, the political elites of the planet are gathered inside. Even if your ranks are high, without authorization, it still constitutes an unofficial military action."
The crowd's gaze locked onto these few men, where the very presence of Youshi Jun provided the nobles and soldiers a pillar to lean on.
The beret man clicked his mouth, a cigar wedged between his lips, and pulled out a Sky Communication device from his pocket, tapping it a few times.
"Hey, lady, is this Commander Adrian's Sky Communication number correct?"
The middle-aged man smoking a cigar turned his head and pointed to the number in his hand.
"It's correct. Call me like that again, and I'll lace your tobacco with Poison Fly Mushroom powder."
