Randall waved a hand and said, "Don't panic. They're from the World Government."
With that, Randall ignored the masked men and walked toward the lounge chair that had been set out on the deck earlier.
Seeing Randall disregard them like this, the masked men felt their anger flare.
They were agents of the World Government! In terms of status, they ranked above a mere Marine Vice Admiral!
It was bad enough that he wasn't being polite, but how dare he slight them like this?
Did he think he was a Celestial Dragon?!
Putting up with mistreatment back at the World Government was one thing.
But now that they were here with the Marines, were they supposed to let him walk all over them too?!
White Mask shot Yellow Mask a look, and Yellow Mask immediately stepped forward:
"Hey, you brat! Our superior is talking to you! Are you deaf?!
Or are you just afraid to answer?
Don't tell me you were plotting something with your Fleet Admiral in his office that you can't let us hear about!"
When he saw Randall's youthful appearance and "scrawny" physique, his opinion of Randall dropped.
He had no intention of showing Randall any respect whatsoever.
Randall stopped in his tracks at those words.
He had intended to treat these men as though they didn't exist for the entire journey.
But since they had dragged Sengoku into this, he could no longer stay silent.
Randall turned around, his knife-sharp gaze stabbing into Yellow Mask.
"What did you say? I didn't catch that. Say it again."
Randall spoke slowly, his face expressionless.
Under Randall's gaze, Yellow Mask felt an inexplicable chill rise from deep within him.
But then he reminded himself that he had been sent by the World Government.
Even the Fleet Admiral hadn't dared