Randall's face scrunched up.
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His toes desperately needed to dig into something to relieve the sheer embarrassment.
What was wrong with these guys? Weren't they laying it on a little too thick?
And the twelve men's opening speeches were still going.
A man with long, wavy hair and a tear mole beneath his left eye drew his sword, licked the blade, and said:
"The weather's turned cold. Time to send you to hell, Marine.
Don't blame me. If you must blame something, blame yourself for stealing the prey that belongs to me alone."
These men seemed to share some sort of unspoken understanding.
Though they couldn't stand one another, they actually let each other finish speaking.
Next, another man stepped forward, ready to show off his personality.
But before he could open his mouth, a furious shout rang out.
"Shut up!"
Randall held Christa in one arm and covered his face with his other hand.
He hadn't stopped them at first because he'd wanted to hear what other ridiculous edgelord lines they could come up with.
But he'd never expected it to be this embarrassing.
Aequus and the others were curling their toes in embarrassment too.
Akainu watched Randall.
He already knew Randall was strong, but he didn't know what made him strong.
Now, he should finally get to find out.
These men weren't particularly powerful, but there were still tens of thousands of pirates around them.
He began to look forward to it.
The man choked on his words, then sneered.
"Heh, Marine, you're the first person who's ever dared to stop me from speaking!"
Randall nearly suffocated when he heard that.
Damn it! Was this some kind of vicious mental attack?
What truly evil pirates!
"All right, let me put an end to all