Their boss flew into a rage and punched him in the head again.
"If only he were a noble! The problem is, he isn't!
Open your damned eyes and look! That's the Marine who—who defeated the legendary pirate, Golden Lion!"
The boss looked terrified, spittle flying everywhere.
With that reminder, his underlings finally remembered.
"B-Black-and-White Enma, Randall?"
In an instant, the underlings collapsed to the ground as though every bone in their bodies had vanished.
"Now you know to be scared?"
The boss wiped away his cold sweat, still shaken.
His underlings nodded frantically, looking as though they had narrowly escaped death.
Thank goodness their boss had sharp eyes. If they had provoked that monster, making money would have been the least of their worries.
But just as they thought they were safe, an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out.
"Oh? So you know me?"
"Who's there?"
One of the underlings sprang to his feet.
"Didn't you just say my name? What, you don't recognize me now?"
Randall strolled out of the shadows.
Seeing Randall right in front of them, the Slave Traders froze as if struck by lightning, then began trembling like leaves.
"V-Vice Admiral Randall, what can we do for you?"
The boss forced a smile uglier than a sob.
"Don't you know? Weren't you planning to kidnap us?"
Randall gave him a puzzled look.
The Slave Traders were horrified by his words.
"A misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding! They didn't recognize you! After I set them straight, they realized their mistake!"
The boss dropped to his knees with a thud, tears and snot streaming down his face.
His underlings hurriedly knelt too, repeatedly banging their heads against the ground and begging for mercy.
Randall couldn't be bothered to spare them a glance. He looked down at Christa