Silence. Still silence.
Just as Randall began to think there was no one left on the other end, a voice suddenly spoke.
"Since you're so determined, we'll leave it at that."
With that brief sentence, the other party hung up.
The warmth in that voice was gone.
Listening closely, one could even hear a trace of forcibly suppressed anger.
And Judge heard that anger perfectly clearly.
But although the other party was furious, Judge was even more astonished.
Even with those old men so angry, they had ultimately given Randall what he wanted. The implications were terrifying.
What exactly did Randall possess that made the Five Elders wary?
A secret? Or power?
For a moment, Judge's face turned deathly pale.
But what chilled him even more was that he was beyond saving.
Randall's words had truly come to pass: even the Five Elders could not save him.
Randall looked at the now-dormant Den Den Mushi, equally astonished.
He had never expected the Five Elders to tolerate him to such an extent.
It would be no exaggeration to say that his actions just now had been a public slap in those old men's faces.
Yet they had said nothing about it.
Randall could think of only one possible reason why the Five Elders would be so furious yet still not dare touch him.
On the surface, the current situation was actually pretty satisfying.
If outsiders learned that even the Five Elders did not dare touch him, they would look at Randall as though he were a god.
But at its core, this meant only one thing: Imu, the ultimate boss, had set his sights on Randall.
Most likely, Imu had given the Five Elders a direct order, making them so wary of him.
But why?
That question stuck in Randall's throat