"If you remember me, that makes this easy. Now tell me, who hired you for this job?"
Randall spoke flatly, watching Peclo with an expressionless face.
Although Randall's stare unnerved Peclo a little, the thought of Judge, the king of an affiliated nation, standing beside him kept him from panicking.
"Heh, Vice Admiral Randall, you're overstepping a little here.
This is a private matter for us at the Big Hand Funeral Home. We can't disclose it.
Besides, in our line of work, we have a reputation to uphold.
If people found out we casually leaked our clients' information, who would dare do business with us afterward?"
Peclo raised a hand and spoke with a smile.
At that moment, Judge's eyes shifted, and he suppressed his anger as he said:
"Vice Admiral Randall, since you have business to attend to, settle that first.
Afterward, we'll discuss what happened between us. You trespassed on the territory of a World Government member state and insulted the dignity of its king. I'll be taking you to task for all of that!
Hmph!"
Peclo was startled by those words.
Wasn't this bastard always obsessed with saving face? Why was he suddenly backing down today?
This Marine had practically ripped his dignity off, thrown it on the ground, and trampled it.
Randall ignored Judge entirely and continued staring at Peclo.
Only now, his eyes shone coldly, and killing intent seeped from him.
"Peclo, do you think I'm negotiating with you?
Then let me give you a choice. One, tell me what I want to know, and I'll let you die quickly.
Two, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."
Peclo froze again at those words.
His habitual way of thinking had led him to assume no one would start by threatening to