Everyone was left dazed by the sudden turn of events, their minds blank.
Only then did several thuds—the sound of three Fish-Men hitting the ground—snap everyone out of their stupor.
Randall looked at the three Fish-Men and sneered.
"You dared hurt my soldiers? You must have a death wish!"
"What right do you have to arrest us? We've never even seen your people."
The Octopus Fish-Man began shouting.
The other two Fish-Men chimed in.
"That's right! What right do you have to slander innocent Fish-Men?"
"You say we hurt your men? Then show us the evidence!"
Otohime frowned. She did not believe Randall had simply arrested them at random.
After all, although she had only known Randall for a short time, she did not think he was the sort of person to do that. She trusted her instincts.
Besides, she knew all three of these Fish-Men. They were notorious hardliners from the Fish-Man District, and they were certainly capable of doing something like this.
She simply did not know how Christa had tracked them down.
But that did not matter. What mattered was that Randall would certainly not let them off.
However, if Randall could not produce any evidence, he would undoubtedly leave a bad impression on these Fish-Men.
If that happened, all her previous efforts would come to nothing.
She prayed silently, hoping Randall could produce evidence.
But a second later, that faint hope was shattered.
Randall said flatly, "Evidence? My word is the evidence."
Otohime's heart sank. The worst possible outcome had arrived. A justification like that could never convince the crowd.
Sure enough, as soon as he said it, the looks in the eyes of the Fish-Men below the platform changed to varying degrees.
The three captured Fish-Men, however, broke into smug smiles.
"So you have no