Steem had abandoned every last shred of dignity.
If it meant surviving, he would have called Randall Grandpa without a moment's hesitation!
Randall stepped forward, ignoring his pleas for mercy.
You bullied my little girl, and you still expect to live? What a joke.
With a wet splat, Steem's head burst apart.
Blood and brain matter splashed onto Ghost Hand Losk's face, leaving him dazed.
Just seconds ago, they had been riding high.
Yet in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left alive.
He had always wanted the other two dead.
But certainly not like this!
Randall raised an eyebrow, so furious that he laughed.
"Very good. You still have the nerve to try to escape? Hmph!"
His cold snort came with an even stronger, tightly focused surge of Conqueror's Haki that battered Losk relentlessly.
Rocks froze completely, his mind even going blank.
The distortion around him dissipated as well.
Randall followed up with four heavy stomps, crushing Losk's limbs.
"Aaaaaah!"
Just as he was about to stomp on Losk's head, Christa suddenly called out:
"Wait, big brother!"
Randall stopped immediately and looked at Christa as she came to his side.
"Want to do it yourself?"
At the same time, he casually raised his hand and smoothed her hair.
"Stop it, big brother! I'm an adult now. No patting my head!"
Christa said she hated it, but the enjoyment on her face made her protest utterly unconvincing.
She rubbed her head against Randall's palm, then grew serious and said:
"I just think something about this is strange.
These three pirates seemed to be waiting specifically to ambush me.
And before they showed up, someone else fired a shot at me.
There was seastone powder in the bullet."
Hearing that, Randall also sensed something was wrong.
His