No, he should have said this was the only enemy he could currently remember.
After all, he generally settled his grudges before the night was out.
Either he dealt with the grudge, or he dealt with the person who held it.
That left only that Celestial Dragon's family, didn't it?
The thought of that hideous Celestial Dragon trying to lay a hand on Christa sent anger surging relentlessly through him.
"Big brother~"
Christa tugged on Randall's sleeve, then said once she had his attention:
"That one over there looks like he's about to give out.
Shouldn't you save him first?"
Randall looked at the lump of what appeared to be a human and asked:
"Who's he?"
He had actually gotten Randall's little sister to ask for him to be saved? The bastard!
Morse, who was barely breathing, suddenly felt a chill sweep over him.
His hazy consciousness immediately cleared considerably.
"Him? He's the new Shichibukai!
Morris, or Morse, something like that."
Randall's gaze grew even more hostile as he stared at Morse.
This was the bastard who had nearly put Christa in danger!
It might not have been his fault, but taking his anger out on someone didn't require a reason!
Randall walked over to Morse and looked down at him.
After a moment's thought, he sprinkled a small cluster of white fluorescent light over him.
Morse's life was immediately out of danger, but the pain from his injuries did not ease.
"Christa, did he accept the Shichibukai title?"
"He did, but he was a little reluctant."
Christa covered her mouth and snickered.
"I'm innocent! I'm innocent! I wasn't reluctant!"
Morse shouted.
Although Randall's earlier burst of Conqueror's Haki had not targeted him, it had still scared him half to death.
In fact, more than half of his current injuries