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Taking a pack of cigarettes from the drawer of her desk, the White-Haired Mistress placed one between her lips and waved the pack at Chuyang, saying, "Do you smoke?"
"Thanks, but I don't smoke," Chuyang shook his head. In his previous life, he was a heavy smoker, needing at least a pack a day. However, after two years of strict management at Rongcheng Naval Academy, he had completely quit.
"Not smoking is a good thing." Pulling out a pack of matches from her tight leather jacket pocket, the White-Haired Mistress lit her cigarette and took a deep drag. Leaning back comfortably in her chair, she exhaled a perfectly round smoke ring. Once it dissipated in the air, she leisurely continued, "Kid, do you know? Before you, many formal Admirals had ideas about courting Fireflies. Among them were some powerful figures, but in the end, they all failed. Don't get me wrong; I didn't threaten those annoying guys; it was entirely up to Kiddo to refuse them. I really can't understand why Fireflies would choose to follow you, an Admiral cadet with nothing to offer, instead of those successful Admirals. Can you tell me why? Even if you're about to graduate, what you'll be assigned is just a small Naval Base with nothing to its name. It will take at least five years to develop. Why would Fireflies want to follow you? Can you give me a proper reason?"
A formal Admiral is at least a Lieutenant Junior Grade rank, while only Admiral cadets like Chuyang wear shoulder insignia that signify their officer status. The first year is for Corporals, the second for Sergeants, and by the third year, they automatically advance to Staff Sergeants. So for someone knowledgeable, just by looking at the insignia on Chuyang's shoulders, they could roughly gauge his situation.
"I..." Chuyang was momentarily at a loss for words. He hadn't signed a contract with Fireflies yet and wasn't technically Kiddo's Admiral. But could he say this to the White-Haired Mistress? Given the circumstances, it seemed unlikely that he would be able to take Fireflies away later.
"Alright, I won't ask you about that anymore. Regardless of how you deceived Kiddo, just based on your reckless act of jumping in front of her when Simba attacked earlier, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time. Kid, don't get too happy yet; I haven't finished speaking!" With that, the White-Haired Mistress pulled her legs off the desk and suddenly stood up. She leaned over the desk with both hands planted firmly on it and looked down at Chuyang from above with cold blue eyes that glinted dangerously. She said slowly and deliberately, "Kid, remember this: I've already considered Fireflies as my sister. If I hear any rumors about you mistreating her in the future, I will definitely kill you."
Fleet Girls are indeed kind; under normal circumstances, they wouldn't harm humans. But even a cornered rabbit can bite back; let alone Fleet Girls who are already incredibly powerful! Therefore, Chuyang could tell that the White-Haired Mistress was not joking. If he truly did something unforgivable to Fireflies and she found out about it, while she might not kill him outright, she would certainly leave him badly injured. But thinking that this alone would make him back down and give up on Fireflies was impossible; Chuyang was not easily intimidated. Besides, would he ever do anything to hurt Fireflies? He cared for her too much to even consider it.
"Kid, are you thinking that once you have a powerful Battleship Girl by your side, you won't have to fear me anymore as an insignificant Battlecruiser Shipgirl?" The White-Haired Mistress had returned to her seat but this time did not rest her legs on the desk again; instead, she sat normally in her office chair with a half-smile on her face and an enigmatic look in her eyes as she gazed at Chuyang. "Let's not talk about whether you'll have such good luck or not; even if you do acquire many large ships, do you really think you can deal with me? You won't stand a chance for at least ten or eight years—or even longer! If you're not convinced by that question: have you heard of African Eagle?"
"African Eagle?" Chuyang blinked in surprise and then said incredulously, "You are..."
"You guessed correctly; it seems my name hasn't faded from history just yet." The White-Haired Mistress fixed her gaze on Chuyang and continued: "Since you've heard of my name, I'm sure you also know my principles in doing things. You'd better remember today's rather unpleasant conversation and don't think about trying to cover up any wrongdoing towards Fireflies after you've done something unforgivable. Although I've stepped down from that position now, I'm sure they would be more than willing to give me face. So do your best to treat Kiddo well; there will be benefits for you in return."
"By the way, since Fireflies has decided to follow you now, I'll hand over her salary that's been kept here with me." Lighting another cigarette, the White-Haired Mistress walked over to an old filing cabinet and retrieved a blue plastic folder from inside. She returned to her desk and opened the folder to pull out a blank check. Grabbing a pen from the holder on the table, she quickly filled in an amount on the check and pushed it across the table towards Chuyang. "This is a Navy Bank draft for 105820 yuan—neither more nor less—please make sure it gets to Fireflies. After her performance ends later, just leave directly! No need to come say goodbye."
After speaking, the White-Haired Mistress gave Chuyang a deep look, picked up the whip that was resting against the door, flicked it in the air, and with the sharp crack of the whip, she opened the door and walked out.
"Also, let me remind you once more, don't try to get close to those cages. The little kittens inside won't be as well-behaved as my Simba."
Once the White-Haired Mistress left, Chuyang took a long time to recover from his shock. There was no way around it; the true identity of the White-Haired Mistress seemed extraordinarily remarkable compared to him at that moment. With his current "African heritage," he could never hope to reach her level in his lifetime.
However, what did that matter? The current situation was far better than before, and he finally had a Fleet Girl. What more could he possibly want?
As for her warning, Chuyang thought he didn't have time to worry about the tigers, leopards, jackals, wolves, snakes, pythons, lions, and crocodiles locked in cages backstage at the Circus! Because as the music began to play, it seemed that the performance on stage had already started.
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