Randall actually understood perfectly well that the Five Elders were not doing this because they were sick in the head.
On the face of it, rounding up every pregnant woman and infant in the entire South Blue was an utterly outrageous assignment.
And it really was outrageous.
But the Five Elders were not doing it solely for Roger's wife and child.
They also wanted to use this opportunity to send an unequivocal message across the seas.
The World Government still ruled the seas, and whenever they wanted something done, they could make it happen.
No matter how absurd it was.
Moreover, they wanted to intimidate civilians into obeying the World Government's orders.
That way, if a similar situation arose in the future, everyone would think twice.
Of course, the Pirate King's child still had to die.
But understanding that was one thing. It did not stop Randall from thinking those old men were sick in the head.
He even thought that, compared with those old men, this deranged king only deserved an ordinary death sentence.
Yet while he saw nothing wrong with what he had said, everyone else found his words utterly shocking.
The ball of flesh was so frightened that he dropped to the floor, covered his ears, and kept muttering under his breath.
"I didn't hear anything!"
"B-blasphemy!"
White Mask stood stunned for a long time before finally squeezing out those words.
Randall shot right back, "Blasphemy, my fucking ass!"
White Mask trembled all over with rage.
"Y-you dare?!"
Randall replied without missing a beat, "Dare, my fucking ass!"
"Argh! You've gone too far!" White Mask roared.
But when he met Randall's cold, shadowed eyes, he immediately calmed down.
He took a deep breath and said:
"If we fail this mission, we won't be able to answer to