Black Mask and the others fled all the way back to the battleship.
"Get the ship moving!" Black Mask shouted urgently before his feet even touched the deck.
But the soldiers on deck stared straight ahead, not bothering to acknowledge him.
"Hey! You bastards! Are you all deaf?! Get the ship moving! Did you hear me?!"
Concentric Circle Mask abandoned the meek attitude he had shown before the mysterious man and Randall, even straightening his back considerably.
Yet still, no one paid him any attention.
For a moment, they looked like clowns.
At the sight, Black Mask nearly ground his back teeth to pieces.
"You two, get the ship moving!"
Unable to order Randall's soldiers around, he could only command his own people.
Concentric Circle Mask and Blue Mask answered, "Yes!" One went to raise the anchor, while the other headed to the Engine Room to prepare to fire up the engines.
But just then, the soldiers suddenly blocked their paths.
"Our commanding officer isn't back yet. You can't move the ship!"
Brick spoke in a low voice.
"I've been way too fucking nice to you! Get out of my way! Or die!"
Concentric Circle Mask flew into a rage.
He immediately swung a fist the size of a clay pot at Brick.
Though Concentric Circle Mask had been utterly helpless against Randall, he was strong enough to exchange blows with some rear admirals.
Faced with that fist alone, Brick felt as though death were staring him in the face.
But he clenched his teeth and forcibly suppressed the urge to flee.
"Until our commanding officer returns, I'll guard his ship for him!"
Brick shouted, bracing himself in a lunge with his arms crossed before him, like a mantis trying to stop a cart.
Concentric Circle Mask smiled contemptuously and