Chapitre 1107: Gentlemen, I would like you all to meet my ex-wife.

For some reason, almost everyone who was a ranking officer—including the Admiral, of course, as he was way~ up there—wanted to share a handshake with me. I wasn't sure if this was just a common occurrence to test a person's worth or someone's grip strength in the most literal sense, but it never hurt anybody so I did what the Admiral asked and humored him like everybody else.

But yeah, at the back of my mind, I was picturing that he'd just grimace for some bullshit reason and I'd just be taken to the brig for assaulting a high-ranking officer—but I already threw a senator's daughter overboard, why fucking stop there?

And the moment we "shook" hands, I already felt his firm callused hands—despite his commanding position—before it turned to a deathly grip that would've crushed a small watermelon.

'All these motherfuckers' bullshit test of strength for some reason—'