What Crocodile did not know was that, although this was Randall's first time meeting him, Randall knew far more about him than he could imagine.
No matter how hard he racked his brains, he would never guess that the man standing before him had transmigrated from another world, much less that his own future had been drawn into a manga.
Having read that manga, Randall naturally knew how cunning Crocodile was.
So even though he had picked up on the tell in Crocodile's expression, he remained on guard.
Even without Christa's warning, Crocodile's sneak attack would never have succeeded.
Thus, the only thing his scheming accomplished was making Randall decide to put him through a little more suffering.
The moment Randall finished speaking, he seized Crocodile by the neck.
Five pitch-black fingers clamped tightly around Crocodile's throat like iron tongs, putting him in excruciating pain.
He immediately tried to turn into sand, but Randall was watching for that. How could he let him have his way?
Armament Haki, pure as ink and plentiful as water, enveloped Crocodile completely, crushing any hope he had of breaking free.
"Don't bother struggling. It's useless. And relax, I'm not going to kill you."
Randall's words of "comfort" only struck another raw nerve.
But Crocodile was entirely at his mercy, unable even to make a sound.
With that, Randall strolled leisurely to the side of the ship.
"Seeing how filthy your soul is, I was thinking of taking you to Impel Down first. Let you have a hot bath there and see if that washes away some of your filth."
At those words, Crocodile's blood pressure shot through the roof.
A hot bath in Impel Down? They fucking boiled people alive there!
Never mind that he was a Devil Fruit user who went limp in