The wise pirate, Collier, wore a look of pure enjoyment.
This was the scene he had always dreamed of.
Hearing his analysis, Randall could not help sucking in a breath.
He had to admit that, if you ignored the facts, the man's analysis made quite a lot of sense.
People really would do things like that for their own benefit.
There was just one fatal flaw: Randall was still in peak condition.
After flattering Collier, the pirates all turned hostile gazes on Jinx.
"Jinx, can you explain this?"
One pirate spoke up.
As it happened, he was the very pirate who had been most enthusiastic about calling him their leader earlier.
By now, Jinx's face was so dark it looked ready to drip.
"Do you actually believe him? My fruit is the Cheer Cheer Fruit! How could it possibly have the power to knock people unconscious?
"And if I really could knock people unconscious, wouldn't knocking all of you out achieve my goal just as well?"
The other pirates hesitated at that.
Collier, however, looked positively orgasmic.
"See? See?! He admitted it! That was his goal!
"He wanted to kill Randall himself!"
Hearing this, Jinx nearly choked hard enough to cough up blood.
In that instant, he began an indiscriminate barrage of mental curses, centered on these pirates' parents and extending back eighteen generations.
Randall also looked at Jinx sympathetically.
He put himself in Jinx's shoes and decided that he, too, would have been utterly miserable.
Faced with a powerful enemy, Jinx had finally managed to strengthen his teammates, only for those teammates to prove worse than animals and help the enemy stab him in the back.
Just imagining that scene was enough to give someone a brain hemorrhage.
At that moment, another genius stood up to speak.
"If that's