"What are you doing here?" Sengoku shouted after trading a blow with Bullet.
Randall shouted back, "Helping you capture Bullet, of course!"
Sengoku dodged Bullet's punch and roared, "I don't need you! Get back!"
But Randall paid him no heed. He had already entered the fray.
Fierce winds lashed his face, but they could not stop his advance.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, this means you owe me a favor, right?"
Randall roared.
At those words, Sengoku actually fell silent. He offered no rebuttal, tacitly agreeing.
Seeing Sengoku's reaction, Randall inwardly swore, Holy shit.
He had only meant to test the waters, but he had never expected Sengoku to admit it outright.
Randall had felt something was off from the start. Why had Sengoku chosen these particular vice admirals?
After all, renowned officers like Vice Admiral Momonga and Vice Admiral Saul had all been free of assignments at the time.
Yet Sengoku had ignored those elite officers, who clearly could have provided far more support, and chosen these men instead...
Their strength was decent enough, admittedly.
But compared with Momonga and the others, they fell short in every respect.
Of course, Randall had only wondered about it briefly at first, without taking it seriously.
But just now, when he had tried to kill Vice Admiral Ziegler, Sengoku's reaction had been very strange.
Logically, regardless of who was responsible for the incident, Sengoku should not have let Randall kill Ziegler on the spot.
Granted, Sengoku had tried to stop him.
But his entire attempt had consisted of a few halfhearted shouts, with no force behind them.
It had felt as though he was merely going through the motions.
Randall was no strategist, but he was not actually stupid.
Those suspicious details had given Randall an idea, though he could not be certain it