Chapter 25 Meeting the King

In the morning, it was still dark.

Big Bear, Ginny, and Shanks showed up at the training ground on the island on time.

Jin An looked at the three of them with amusement. Although they hadn't had breakfast yet and looked a little listless after just waking up, they had the attitude towards training.

Shanks, in particular, seemed not to be used to getting up early. He felt like a frost-bitten eggplant, wilted.

Jinan got up earlier than the other three. He ran around the island a few times and prepared breakfast before coming to the training ground.

He knew that none of the three had the habit of eating breakfast, but they would definitely be very hungry after exercising, so he still prepared a portion for each of them.

When the three saw Jinan coming, they were all excited. They all had reasons to become stronger. Before, Jinan didn't teach them, and they wanted to learn secretly. Now they had the opportunity to learn openly, and they were so excited.

A smile appeared in Jinan's eyes. He said no more and walked straight up to the three people.

"You've all heard of the six styles in the navy, right?"

The three of them nodded in unison. The Six Styles were a technique spread within the navy that allowed ordinary people to practice and fight against ordinary people with special abilities.

But learning these moves requires a lot of talent. Some people can learn them after being taught once, while others need a long time of practice.

"Brother, are you going to teach us the Six Styles?" Shanks asked.

Jin An nodded first, then shook his head: "I will teach you the six styles later. Now your body cannot adapt to the conditions of practicing the six styles."

"Do you know the daily training tasks of the Marine Headquarters soldiers?"

Ginny and the others looked at each other and then slowly shook their heads.

"2000 push-ups, 100 repetitions of rope climbing, laps of long-distance running, and finally practical training." Jin An said the most terrifying words in the most calm tone.

After hearing about these training programs, even the strongest bear swallowed unconsciously.

"I know your bodies can't sustain these exercises, so every morning you should do some training that suits your body conditions."

"I'll put your breakfast here. Eat it after training."

"What about you, brother?"

Shanks was curious, their training tasks were arranged, what was Jin An going to do.

Jin An grinned: "These exercises are of no use to me, I can just watch you train."

"Don't worry about me, just pretend I'm not here."

"Don't you have to go to work?" Ginny asked the question that the three of them were most concerned about.

Jin An said confidently: "I am the boss of the entire South China Sea, who can arrange for me to work!"

Ginny and the other two were speechless for a moment. You are a high-ranking official, so you are amazing...

"Okay, start training, I'll be there to cheer you on."

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Shanks found that the content of these exercises was not what he had imagined.

He thought Jin An would give each of them a wooden sword and teach them step by step. He had wanted to be a swordsman since he was a child and looked forward to being able to hold a sword and move like the wind in the future.

Unexpectedly, reality slapped him in the face. The training content was so boring and needed to be repeated over and over again.

"Keep breathing and keep the rhythm steady." Jin An was standing beside them and would remind them at the right time.

He was still very strict during training, and he firmly believed that the little sweat shed during training would turn into blood shed in battle.

After mastering the breathing rhythm, the three felt that the pressure seemed to be relieved and the training gradually got into the state.

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Just when Jinan was enjoying the show.

"Colonel Jin'an, the king invites you to come with us, please." The soldier in heavy armor said in a cold voice.

"How come the quality of you royal guards is getting worse and worse?" Jin An shook his head. "You don't even show your face. Is this how you invite people?"

The armored man continued to ask, "Colonel Jin An, do you mean to say that you don't plan to go with me?"

"I didn't say that. Don't blame me. I have nothing to do right now, so I'll go with you."

Jin An patted his armor with a smile, looking quite impressive.

He had been to the palace several times, each time at the invitation of the old king.

Although with his status and position, entering the palace was as easy as eating and drinking, he was not so idle that he would go there whenever he had time.

Without waiting for the armored man to take action, Jin'an walked towards the palace first.

"Have you not eaten? Why are you walking so slowly..." Jin An complained about the armored man following behind him. He had deliberately slowed down his pace, but he was still walking so slowly.

Armored Man: Do you think I don't want to walk fast? This armor is really heavy...

He even had difficulty breathing and really didn't want to pay attention to Jin An...

After a while, Jinan stood at the entrance of the palace.

"Your Majesty, we have arrived in Jin'an."

Becoli dozed with his eyes slightly closed, and slowly opened them after hearing the report.

"Let him in."

Under the 'escort' of the guards, Jinan walked into the palace.

Jin An had expected to be summoned by the king. He thought the king would wait for a few more days, but he didn't expect him to be so anxious.

Is there something to discuss, or is there another plot...

Looking at King Bekoli lying in the rocking chair, Jin An smiled, as if he was meeting an old friend.

"My Lord King, what do you want from me?"

"Ah...it's been a while since we last met. You've been busy catching pirates. It's really hard for an old man like me to see you."

Jin An shook his head: "I don't like what the king said. I am doing this to maintain peace and stability."

"Look, I came here just because you called me this time. I even put aside other things just to see you."

Beikeli glanced at Jin An who was not too far away from him and said, "You are still so talkative."

He suddenly stretched out his hand to the attendant beside him and said, "Help me up and walk around. My old bones are becoming increasingly weak."

He glanced at Jin An and said, "You can follow me too."

Jin'an had no objection and followed the old king with light steps.

Jin'an perceived that the king was in good health and did not need any support. Was the reason for doing this to make him relax his vigilance?

Unfortunately, whether the king was really sick or pretending to be sick, it made no difference to Jinan.

"What's the matter with calling me here? Just tell me."

Becoli frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with Jin An's reaction. He was the king, and he contributed a huge amount of "heavenly gold" to the world's nobles every year.

It would be fine if a sailor was jumping up and down in front of the king, but now he doesn't even have the most basic respect.

But thinking of Jin An's terrifying strength, he chose to endure it.

"Nothing, just want to catch up with you."

Jin An sneered, even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe such words.

"I heard that you have been promoted to colonel. Let me congratulate you here first." Beckley suppressed the discomfort in his heart and pretended to congratulate.

Jin An responded simply: "Thank you."

"I heard that all the governors of the South China Sea have been stationed on Stewart Island. When are you going to leave for that?"

The old fox finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I told Vice Admiral Garp that we won't go there for the time being. After all, it's too troublesome to move around."

"I still like it here. The people here are good-looking and speak nicely."

Jin An put it bluntly: this old king is ugly and has wishful thinking.

The factory he built here cannot be moved away just like that, and it will cost a huge amount of manpower and financial resources.

Besides, he is now the boss of the South China Sea Navy. Wherever he is, that is the headquarters!

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