Ziegler had regained some strength in his arms. He raised them, trying to pry Randall's hand away.
But no matter how hard he struggled, even using every ounce of strength he had and concentrating all his Armament Haki in his hands, he could not budge Randall's hand an inch.
That slender, pale hand was like a clamp, locking firmly around his neck.
Seeing this, Randall tightened his fingers again.
Ziegler's eyes rolled back from the pain.
Left with no other choice, he could only curse viciously:
"Y-you damned brat! You're so devious!
If you're this strong, why did you deliberately hide it?!
Were you planning to hurt me from the start?!
You shameless, despicable bastard!"
Ziegler stared at Randall like a ravenous demon ready to devour someone.
With his emotions running high and Randall's hand clamped around his neck, drool leaked through his teeth.
It only made him look more deranged.
Even in his fury, Randall found his train of thought derailed by Ziegler's words.
Wasn't he the one who'd harbored malicious intentions toward me first?
Why did he make it sound like everything was my fault?
The bastard sounded so utterly convinced that even Randall felt a little lost.
How could anyone be this shameless?!
The other Vice Admirals wore expressions that were hard to describe.
Watching Vice Admiral Ziegler struggle helplessly in Randall's grip had initially left them horrified and powerless, filled with the bleak sense that his fate might soon be theirs—that the younger generation was overtaking them and leaving them behind.
They truly could not believe that Randall was so young yet so powerful.
They could not even determine exactly how strong he was.
But Ziegler's words left them outright stunned.
They had never imagined that their previously normal-seeming colleague was actually a complete lunatic.
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