Tonight, the sun shone brightly; tonight, dark clouds gave way to clear skies.
It was six in the afternoon, just as daylight began fading into dusk.
The Marine Battleship sped onward, the outline of an island already visible ahead.
As the Marine Battleship drew closer to the island, Randall suddenly opened his eyes, rousing from his rest on the deck chair.
Something was wrong!
He abruptly rose from the chair and strode forward.
The resentment on that island was so intense!
"Full speed ahead!"
"Yes, sir!"
Taking only half the time it otherwise would have, the Marine Battleship slowly pulled up to shore.
Before the ship could come to a complete stop, Randall had already shot off.
The other soldiers exchanged bewildered looks. What was their commander doing, rushing off as though his pants were on fire?
After a moment's hesitation, some stayed behind to guard the ship, while the rest followed in the direction Randall had vanished.
Just then, several CP agents emerged from the cabin as well.
White Mask spread his Observation Haki, then withdrew it.
The inhabited area was still far away, beyond the reach of his Observation Haki.
"Why's that little bastard in such a hurry? Did he find something good?"
Yellow Mask snorted.
Without looking back, White Mask said, "Everyone, follow him."
Then the masked figures flashed out of sight.
After charging ahead at full speed for a minute, Randall saw the outline of Town.
He could already hear the clamor coming from within Town.
His expression changed at once.
With a whoosh, Randall rushed into Town.
Once he saw everything before him clearly, he fell silent.
The streets were covered in blood.
Some people wept as they held corpses in their arms, while others stared blankly, as though their souls had left them.
"What