At those words, the masked men's chests heaved so violently that anyone watching might have feared they were about to explode.
White Mask stared straight at Randall with fire in his eyes for a long while.
It went on long enough that Randall began to lose patience.
He said coldly:
"What, going back on your word?
I'll count to three. If you still haven't apologized by then, don't blame me for giving you a hand."
The masked men felt so humiliated they could have exploded. They even considered risking everything in a fight.
Randall ignored how they felt and began counting:
"One!"
Their anxiety mounted.
Randall's absolute confidence was enough to make their scalps prickle.
The masked men looked at White Mask, silently urging their leader to say something. Were they backing down or fighting?
White Mask was also locked in a fierce internal struggle.
Were they, elite CP agents, really going to apologize to an insect they normally wouldn't even spare a glance?
But with Randall watching them like a predator, how could they escape this predicament?
"Two!"
Randall spoke the second number.
As his voice fell, icy killing intent surged out again, instantly cooling the heads of the masked men who had been blinded by rage.
White Mask's pupils contracted sharply.
I have to decide!
Thinking it over, they had already knelt before Randall and apologized. If they refused now, wouldn't all that humiliation have been for nothing?!
The sunk-cost trap quietly took hold, inclining White Mask toward backing down again.
"Three!"
"Kneel, now!"
The moment Randall spoke the final number, White Mask's mental defenses shattered.
His Masked Man subordinates had long since been terrified by Randall's killing intent. They were only waiting for their leader's order.
As soon as White Mask spoke, they dropped to their knees