Randall ignored the stunned Fester. He had already closed his eyes.
He felt out his Conqueror's Haki and let it settle, while recalling his earlier insights.
Beside him, Fester watched Randall's performance with an inward sneer.
Today, he wanted to see just how long Randall could keep bluffing!
Even if someone beat him to death, he would never believe Randall could not only learn it, but use it on the spot!
He realized his earlier choice of words had been far too mild. He needed to come up with something sharper!
Randall had no idea what Fester was thinking, and even if he had, he would not have cared.
By now, he was completely immersed in the world of Conqueror's Haki.
He dropped his guard entirely, sensing the flow of his Conqueror's Haki and trying to redirect it.
Fester also noticed that Randall was completely defenseless at that moment.
He wrestled with himself.
The opportunity was simply too good. Whether he seized the chance to attack Randall or turned around and fled, the choice was entirely his.
Well, attacking Randall was out. Just remembering how his Mountain-Shattering had struck Randall without budging him an inch sent a chill through him.
After hesitating for a long while, however, he decided to stay.
Since Randall had treated him sincerely, he ought to return that sincerity.
What he would never know, however, was that he had never had a chance.
Although Fester had never shown the cunning and malice of a typical pirate, he was still a pirate, and this was their first meeting. How could Randall possibly trust him completely?
Randall seemed utterly absorbed, but the instant Fester made any suspicious move, he would snap awake and kill him.
Time ticked by. Sixty seconds later, Randall opened his eyes, his gaze brimming