The pirates considered his words and thought they did seem to make sense.
But some pirates still could not wrap their heads around it.
Golden Mohawk wore a disdainful expression as he said:
"Fighting with words? Cowards!
There are so many of us! Why bother asking them to surrender?
If you don't dare attack, let me do it. Randall's head is mine, too!"
"Heh, nicely said. Then don't fight us over those five Marine Battleships!"
A pirate sneered.
"Randall's head comes later. Forget about it.
Golden-Haired Dog, let me make this clear: you're not getting past us today!"
The pirates around Golden Mohawk had surrounded him, whether deliberately or otherwise.
Their cannons were subtly aimed at his ship.
If Golden Mohawk dared make a reckless move, they would open fire.
"You!" Golden Mohawk's eyes widened, blazing with fury.
But he knew none of the captains around him would be easy to handle.
He was confident he could take one, but against a whole group, he had no choice but to back down.
"Hmph! Ganging up on one man? What's so impressive about that?"
He sat back on his throne and began to sulk.
"Then hurry over and get them to surrender.
If they're willing to serve under me, they can live!"
Jinx made the final decision.
"Under me!"
The surrounding pirates began shouting again, though they were only squabbling verbally.
"Yes!"
Asfer felt humiliated, but he still put on an eager show of accepting the order.
Asfer and the pirates had been speaking quietly before, so the Marines had no idea what they had said.
Now, seeing Asfer turn back while the pirates simply watched, they could not help being surprised.
They did not know, but Randall had heard every word clearly.
He sneered inwardly, waiting to watch Asfer's performance.