Among the crowd of Fish-Men, one Fish-Man glanced at the pistol in his hand, its barrel still smoking.
Then he looked up at Randall, who was completely unharmed.
His already dim brain promptly short-circuited.
What was going on? Was it a dud?
With his limited experience, he could never have imagined that someone could catch a bullet barehanded.
In fact, had the bullet not been aimed at an inconvenient spot, Randall would not have needed to catch it. He could have simply taken the hit.
The Fish-Man carefully checked his gun, removed the ammunition, then loaded it again, ready to fire another shot.
But just as he raised his head to take aim, he saw Randall looking in his direction.
The Fish-Man's heart skipped a beat.
Had he been spotted?
No, impossible.
He was hidden among the crowd, and the square was so noisy that even the Fish-Men around him had not noticed him firing. How could that human have spotted him?
Meanwhile, on the platform, Randall looked toward a certain spot in the crowd.
A shifty-looking Fish-Man stood there, surprise on his face, though it soon gave way to a vicious grin.
Aequus and the others had also noticed something was wrong and ran toward Randall.
The Fish-Men in the square were still making a racket, enough to leave anyone's head spinning.
"Quiet!"
Randall gave a cold snort, his Conqueror's Haki spreading across the entire square along with his voice.
Without warning, fear rose in every Fish-Man's heart.
It was as though they had suddenly become fish on a chopping board, with a cleaver hovering right above their heads.
In an instant, an overwhelming sense of suffocation gripped their throats, leaving them unable to make a sound.
Bang! This time, the gunshot was unmistakable as it echoed across the