"A Vice Admiral? Did Sengoku send out Garp too?
What exactly is Sengoku trying to do?
Put Garp on the line!"
The person on the other end sounded furious.
"No, it's not Garp. It's Enma Randall."
Shanks stopped keeping them in suspense.
The moment he said that, the other end fell silent.
The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Five old men stared at a Den Den Mushi, exchanging looks.
They communicated with their eyes.
Randall? Hasn't that fellow been staying quietly at the G-1 Branch all this time?
Yes, he's a complete shut-in.
He's barely gone anywhere in years.
Wait, could he be planning to go after those Pirate Emperors?
What do we do? If he really makes a move, who could stop him?
Should we seek out Lord Imu?
Lord Imu can surely hear this.
The fact that he hasn't spoken already says plenty!
So we don't need to get involved. Whatever goes wrong in the end, it won't be our responsibility anyway.
The Elegant Five Elder finally settled the matter.
On the other end, the prolonged silence made Shanks uneasy.
Wait, why did they stop talking as soon as they heard Randall's name?
"Five Elders? Are you still there?"
"Shanks, did you call us just to lodge a complaint?"
An elegant voice came from the other end.
Shanks said eagerly,
"Five Elders, this isn't a complaint.
Enma is already showing signs of rebellion.
He even had the audacity to say that none of you could order him around.
'Even if the Five Elders came here, they wouldn't dare interfere with me.'
Those were his exact words!"
Benn Beckman and the others wore strange expressions.
Shanks really was shattering their image of him, one thing after another today.
Randall simply watched, expressionless, as Shanks courted death.
The other end went