The Celestial Dragons hated Randall.
Yet Randall was still living very comfortably.
The Celestial Dragons did not even dare cause him trouble.
That alone spoke volumes.
Once Tesoro realized this, no matter how proud he was, he could no longer act arrogant before Randall.
"My superior said this.
You have a Road Poneglyph there, don't you?
Why not hold an auction, then?
Let the highest bidder have it!"
At those words, Tesoro's eyes widened slightly.
What was that man planning?
But it was too late to say anything now.
Tesoro said with a bitter smile:
"Aequus, it's not that I'm unwilling.
It's just that the World Government has already called.
Their people will be here soon to take that Road Poneglyph away!"
The other end fell silent for a second before a voice replied:
"Did the Five Elders call you personally?"
"Yes! I could negotiate with anyone else.
But with those five, there's really nothing I can do."
Tesoro's misery was impossible to put into words.
He could not afford to offend the Five Elders.
And he wanted even less to offend Randall.
But now he had to offend one of them.
He really had it rough.
"I see..."
"Yes, as long as you understand..."
"No, you don't need to worry about the Five Elders.
Just proceed with the auction as planned."
With that, the other party hung up.
Tesoro was completely dumbfounded.
Wait, what was going on?
What did he mean, don't worry about the Five Elders?
What did he mean, proceed with the auction as planned?
Weren't they forcing his hand?!
Tesoro suddenly slumped back in his chair.
To outsiders, he seemed to enjoy boundless prestige.
But in reality, he was like a dog that everyone ordered around.
Anyone could come along and trample on him.
Yet just