Sengoku was frustrated beyond belief!
It was all that damned Golden Lion's fault!
Seeing the displeasure radiating from Sengoku, Randall lowered his eyes and kept his mouth shut.
He actually thought the Shichibukai system was a pretty shitty policy too.
The legal right to plunder was an especially "brilliant" idea.
The most disgusting part was that pirates were, to a large extent, the very reason the Marines existed.
Yet pirates who became Shichibukai now answered directly to the World Government, theoretically putting them on equal footing with the Marines!
So even someone as levelheaded as Sengoku... well, levelheaded most of the time, was starting to lose his composure.
A few seconds later, Sengoku calmed down.
Only then did Randall feign ignorance and ask:
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku, have any candidates been chosen for the Shichibukai?"
Sengoku picked up a wanted poster and handed it to Randall.
"This is the first one, Crocodile, a Logia user with the Sand-Sand Fruit.
He's powerful. Supposedly, he once fought Bullet to a draw."
"Seriously, is that even true...?" Randall was left rather speechless.
Randall certainly had plenty of firsthand knowledge of how strong Bullet was.
And as for how strong Crocodile was... having read the manga, Randall was equally qualified to comment...
Even allowing for one excuse after another weakening him—his shattered confidence, his obsession with outside power at the expense of his own strength—losing to a complete rookie who couldn't even use Armament Haki was still a bit much.
Randall really struggled to put someone like that on the same level as Bullet.
Sengoku's expression grew a little odd too.
"Who knows? But a story like that, true or not, combined with his Logia powers, is enough to intimidate the small fry.
I'll leave inviting him to become a Shichibukai to you."
Randall scratched