"Z-Zou is our homeland!
It belongs to the Mink Tribe!
There's no way we're taking you there!
Give up on that idea!
The people of Zou are warriors who aren't afraid to die!"
Pedro stammered.
Take someone like a god of death back to Zou?
You've got to be kidding!
They didn't want to become the sinners of Zou.
Trembling, Pekoms came to Pedro's side.
"Pedro, are we really not going to tell him?
Maybe he doesn't mean any harm?
Look, he hasn't laid a finger on us this whole time."
Pedro glared at Pekoms.
I just finished putting on a brave front, and you're already tearing it down?
Whose side are you on?
Zepo glanced at the two of them. He was the calmest of the three.
"V-Vice Admiral Enma, may I ask why you're looking for Zou?"
Randall sighed and said,
"I think I've been far too lenient with you.
A pirate, putting on an act like he's some hero.
And another one who dares to question me.
Why are there so many people in this world who can't grasp the situation they're in?"
At those words, all three of them stopped breathing for a moment.
What did he mean by that?
Why did they smell blood?
Randall shifted in his seat.
He felt it was necessary to bring these three to their senses.
The next second, an inexplicable pulse swept over them.
Their eyes rolled back, and they passed out.
From their perspective, however, they remained conscious the entire time.
Only the office suddenly began to change.
Blood began seeping out of the walls.
It started coming out of the floor, too.
The blood seemed endless, and it soon rose past their ankles.
And Randall's office was around a hundred square meters.
"W-What is this?
Why is