Only when White Mask and the others actually stood before Randall did they realize how difficult this was.
They felt as though they were facing a towering divine being.
One move from this being could crush them to pieces and doom them beyond salvation.
They did not even have the courage to attack him.
So, faced with Randall's overbearing presence, they chose to back down without daring to utter a single word.
Just one more time! Next time, we definitely won't chicken out!
"S-sir, what do you mean by this?"
With someone suddenly shielding him, the King looked bewildered.
"It means they've abandoned you!
Or rather, they're hoping I'll kill you right now!"
Randall spoke, then glanced at White Mask.
White Mask's heart skipped a beat.
But he quickly calmed down again.
So what if Randall knows what we're thinking?
With that temper of his, could Randall really hold back from attacking this King?
Not a chance!
The King, however, was utterly confused. He protested vehemently:
"What the hell are you talking about? How could they abandon me?!
I'm the King of an Affiliated Nation!"
But after shouting for a while, he quieted down on his own.
He was arrogant and blindly conceited, but he was no idiot.
White Mask and the others' actions already spoke volumes.
Besides, none of them had disputed Randall's words.
"If I die, none of you will come to a good end either!"
The King's face was ashen as he muttered, looking at White Mask and the others with one last flicker of hope in his eyes.
White Mask and the others sneered inwardly.
If the King died, they would bear no responsibility whatsoever.
But if they actually tried to stop Randall now, that was when they would truly come to a bad end.
Seeing