At that, Sengoku couldn't help laughing as he scolded him:
"You brat, are you trying to flatter me, or praise yourself?"
Randall strategically cleared his throat, then said with a grin:
"Ahem, neither. Just stating facts, stating facts!"
"All right, as long as he signed, that's enough.
Oh, right. How did he sign?"
Sengoku suddenly asked a seemingly nonsensical question.
Randall didn't look puzzled at all. Instead, he smiled and said:
"Heh, naturally, I followed your instructions. First, I taught him what it meant to be colleagues, then let him feel the warmth of his fellow colleague.
Anyway, by the time he signed, he was practically moved to tears.
Maybe I gave him a little too much warmth."
Even Sengoku, who had specifically hinted at this beforehand, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.
Just how shameless did someone have to be to call black white like that?
But he liked it!
Meeting Randall's gaze, Sengoku wore the same smile as him.
Nothing more needed to be said.
With his report finished, Randall left.
Sengoku stared at the door after it closed again, lost in thought for a while.
The frustration of being forced by the World Government to implement the Shichibukai plan had eased considerably.
But recalling Randall's description of Crocodile, Sengoku frowned again.
"Ah, a true pirate, huh? I wonder what sort of people the other Shichibukai will be. Hah..."
The thought of having to grant more vicious pirates the legal right to plunder made Sengoku clench his fists.
A few seconds later, he helplessly relaxed his hands, then leaned back, sinking into his chair.
Many people thought being Fleet Admiral was immensely glorious, the highest position of all.
Countless people coveted that position.
Yet who knew that the person sitting in it was the one with