What kind of eyes were those?
A frigid pool deep in the mountains, on the verge of freezing; a secluded well in an ancient temple, blanketed with snow.
Neither was as cold as Randall's gaze at that moment.
Yellow Mask felt as though all the blood in his body was about to freeze.
Randall spoke, endless frost spilling from his mouth.
"What were you about to do to my subordinate?"
He forced the words out one by one, the pressure utterly suffocating.
Yellow Mask trembled, unable to speak.
"Vice Admiral Randall, I should be asking what you're doing to my subordinate!"
Seeing Randall make his move, White Mask could no longer stand by.
He did not care whether Yellow Mask lived or died, but he cared about his own dignity.
Attacking his subordinate right in front of him, the commanding officer—did Randall have no respect for him?!
But while thinking that, he forgot that Yellow Mask had been about to kill Randall's soldier right in front of him.
"Are you blind? Or can't you use Observation Haki? Didn't you see what he just did?"
Randall spared White Mask no dignity, snapping at him coldly.
White Mask's cheek twitched. Being berated to his face by Randall nearly made him lose his temper.
"In the name of the World Government, I order you to release him immediately!"
He took a deep breath and issued his command.
"Release him, my ass!"
Not only did Randall refuse to let go, he tightened his grip slightly.
Yellow Mask immediately screamed, the intense pain making his entire body go limp.
"You asked for this! You three, seize him!"
White Mask barked the order.
He did not consider Randall a threat at all.
Since Randall was being so rude, this was the perfect chance to teach him