Although he already knew the answer, Randall still wanted to go through the motions, so he said:
"Does anyone want to surrender? There's still time.
If you want to live, this is your only chance."
His voice reached every pirate's ears.
Anyone who knew what they were looking at would have realized from that alone that Randall was not someone to mess with.
Unfortunately, these pirates had one eye blinded by their advantage in numbers and the other by the spoils within their grasp.
None of them stopped to consider how terrifying it was that his voice, though hardly loud, had reached tens of thousands of pirates.
At his words, the pirates froze for a moment, then burst into delighted laughter.
"Hahahaha! That's hilarious! I can't take it! How can anyone in this world be that stupid?"
"I can't, I can't! I'm going to die laughing!
Is that his plan? To make us laugh ourselves to death?"
For a moment, all the pirates were laughing, their laughter scattering the clouds overhead.
Asfer and the others were stunned at first, then sneered.
They figured he must have gone over to tell the pirates some terrible joke.
"Brat, I'm seriously starting to doubt that news about you capturing Golden Lion.
But that doesn't matter. What matters is that the whole world knows your name now, and I'm going to kill you!"
One pirate sneered.
"Why waste any more words on him? If you lot won't go, I will!"
The man with the blond mohawk waved his enormous blade, his face full of impatience.
Then he stamped down with both feet, nearly driving the bow into the sea, and shot toward Randall like a cannonball.
"Damn blond mutt! Wait for me! Randall's head is mine!"
Seeing this, the other pirates grew anxious, and