Chilling killing intent instantly enveloped Jinbe.
The bone-deep cold left him unable to muster even the slightest will to resist.
Besides, deep down, he knew killing these people was the best choice.
Sooner or later, they would bring trouble upon Fish-Man Island that it could not withstand.
But indecision had already become a habit for him.
"Lord Randall, could I ask you to do it?"
Jinbe forced the words out.
Even a few minutes earlier, he would never have believed he could say something like that.
Yet this roundabout concession only made Randall's expression grow colder.
"So this is all you amount to? Jinbe, Knight of the Sea?
In that case, we'd better find someone else to be a Shichibukai."
As he looked at Jinbe, his disgust for this fish-man only grew.
Then, almost without any visible movement from him, the heads of every fish-man who had chosen to follow Arlong exploded into bloody mist.
The sight was utterly shocking.
It was as though an invisible hand were tugging at the nerves of Jinbe and the others.
At that moment, endless regret suddenly welled up inside Jinbe.
He knew he had made the wrong decision, one that had even thrust Fish-Man Island into an uncertain future.
"Lord Randall, you..."
"Shut up. You make me sick."
Randall cut him off in disgust.
Then he raised a hand and flicked his fingers six times.
Splurt—
Six sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
The heads of the fish-men standing behind Jinbe burst apart.
Drenched in blood, Jinbe stood motionless.
All he felt was cold, so cold that even his bones ached.
Only when Randall truly took action did he understand the kind of power Randall possessed.
One term was enough to describe it: dominance class!
He, the strongest fighter in the Fish-Man District, was