C392 Red Hound Just a Red Dog

"Who are you?"

The disturbance was massive.

Even the Navy's three great admirals couldn't ignore it any longer.

Red Hound, seated at the center, was the first to rise.

"Me?"

Cello Everett flashed a sly smile and reclined on his beach chair with ease. "I'm merely an onlooker enjoying the spectacle!"

Truth be told...

Cello Everett had no intention of taking sides from the get-go