The moment those words rang out, the atmosphere on the deck turned hostile.
Crocodile's presence erupted, carrying an icy killing intent.
The soldiers around him felt cold tendrils licking at their necks, and a chill rose from deep within them.
Aequus, who bore the brunt of it, went rigid.
Crocodile did have some ability, after all. His imposing presence as a pirate was now unmistakable.
"You..."
At Crocodile's taunt, Aequus wanted to charge straight at him and fight him to the death.
He was nothing but a dog taken in by the World Government, yet he dared act so arrogantly!
But just as he was about to charge, an arm blocked his path.
"Hey, calm down."
Randall spoke softly.
Although Crocodile's strength was insignificant in his eyes, he was still a little too much for Aequus to handle.
Besides, with so many soldiers here, a fight between them would catch too many people in the crossfire.
Of course, the most important reason was that he wanted to give Crocodile a beating himself.
He suddenly understood why Fleet Admiral Sengoku had specifically sent him.
Most likely, he wanted Randall to put this future Shichibukai in his place.
As for the other Vice Admirals, most would probably follow the regulations. Even if they wanted to teach Crocodile a lesson, they lacked the strength to decisively overpower him.
Randall alone was the ideal choice.
"Oh? What, you want to do it yourself?
Do you dare lay a hand on me?"
Crocodile smiled contemptuously, pulled a cigar from his coat, and lit it. After taking a leisurely puff, he continued:
"Just hurry up and pick up those documents for me.
The sooner we get this done, the sooner it's over."
By saying Randall "wouldn't dare," he meant both that the Marines would not dare