"Oh, what brings you gentlemen out here?"
Randall looked at the five old men of varying appearances blocking his path and asked in a relatively mild tone.
At the sight, the soldier guiding him went weak in the knees and collapsed into a sitting position.
Good grief. Seeing really was believing.
Not only did he refuse to bow to the Five Elders, he spoke to them so rudely, too.
Would they silence me afterward for witnessing this?
"Hmph! This is our territory to begin with.
What, do we need to report to you?"
The One-Speck Five Elder snapped.
But perhaps even he had failed to notice something.
Though his tone was unpleasant, he was speaking to Randall as an equal.
"Heh, of course not.
Then I won't disturb your stroll."
With that, Randall moved to walk around them.
"Wait a moment, Vice Admiral Randall."
The Elegant Five Elder hurriedly stopped him.
"What, are you trying to stop me?"
Randall's expression turned cold, traces of murderous intent slipping out.
The temperature around them dropped instantly.
The soldier was falling apart inside and glanced from side to side.
Then, with all his strength, he chopped his own neck with the edge of his hand.
With a sharp crack, he blissfully passed out.
The sound of his body hitting the ground brought a little movement back into the frozen atmosphere.
The One-Sword Five Elder gripped his sword hilt tightly, his gaze sharp as he barked:
"Remember your place!
You're a Marine! A subordinate of the World Government!"
"What are you getting at?"
Randall met his gaze without giving an inch.
His presence actually overpowered that of the Five Elders, who had occupied the seat of "highest authority" for so long.
"All right, all right. We're all colleagues here. There's no need to get