Fatty, accompanied by the assistant officer, walked alone through the long designated passage and entered the port hall.
From the dock to the hall, the way was lined with Feiyang soldiers responsible for security.
The soldiers stood armed, upright, and didn't spare a glance. Officers stood in small groups, patrolled back and forth, or quickly transmitted orders through their multifunctional communication headsets.
As Fatty walked past, apart from the two soldiers at the passage entrance who saluted, the others stood silently, with grim expressions and indifferent gazes.
As members of countless soldiers of the Feiyang, these guards trained intensely every day and executed dangerous tasks. The only way to cope with such a life was not to pay too much attention.
To them, a passing fatty and a pig made no difference. Most eyes were level ahead, not even glancing at Fatty's face.
In Feiyang, where generals were as common as cattle, who would be interested in a fatty Vice Admiral?
