If he really let them fall, they would be crocodile tears.
But Crocodile gritted his teeth and forced them back.
He had already humiliated himself enough, but he couldn't just abandon all dignity.
Raising a slightly trembling hand to take down the towel, Crocodile lowered his eyes and silently wiped his face and hair.
He was soaked all over, his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his skin.
But that discomfort was nothing compared to his mental anguish.
All the swagger Crocodile had arrived with was gone. He looked like a beaten dog—one that had fallen into the water, at that.
Then Randall's gentle voice rang out:
"All right, stop sulking. I'm sure the pure seawater washed away at least some of the sin in your heart.
In that case, you can sign the contract now.
Look, it's over there. Go pick it up."
His tone was mild, yet brooked no argument.
Crocodile instinctively looked up at Randall, whose smile was as pleasant as a spring breeze... like hell it was!
That was clearly a mocking smile! A smile full of malice!
Before this, Crocodile would have exploded on the spot.
But after the treatment he had received, he felt an instinctive fear whenever he faced Randall.
The pain of the beating was secondary. It was the humiliation that made him instinctively shrink in Randall's presence.
He just wanted to get this over with, so he chose to obey.
Slowly getting up from the ground, Crocodile walked over to the contract one step at a time on weak, aching legs.
"Where's the pen?"
Crocodile's voice was hoarse.
Randall gave Aequus a look, and Aequus immediately took out a pen and walked over to Crocodile.
Crocodile took the pen and signed his name at the bottom without even reading the contract.
At that,