At that, Randall curled his lip.
"Dragon, don't tell me you called just to flatter me?
Whatever it is, spit it out!
We've got at least a little friendship between us."
Whether Dragon acknowledged it was another matter.
There was a noticeable pause on the other end before Dragon said:
"Randall, I'm planning to send people to Mary Geoise to gather intelligence."
Randall frowned.
"You're going to gather intelligence in Mary Geoise?
Why would you do that?
And why tell me?"
He hadn't even realized Dragon trusted him so much.
Enough to tell him something like this.
Dragon's world-weary voice came from the other end.
"Randall, do you remember what you said before?"
Randall gave nothing away.
"I've said plenty of things. Which one do you mean?"
"You once spoke to me about the ugliness of the World Government.
And you witnessed it yourself.
Have you forgotten the incident in the South Blue all those years ago?"
Dragon's voice rang out with force.
But Randall felt little as he listened.
"So?
Speaking of which, are the pregnant women and children you took away doing all right?"
The voice on the other end grew much quieter.
"Ah, I have you to thank for that, Vice Admiral Randall.
You brought so many fresh recruits to the revolutionaries.
Those children have all grown into revolutionary fighters who can hold their own now.
It's thanks to Vice Admiral Randall's help that our Revolutionary Army has become so strong."
Randall's brows furrowed again.
Why does this old bastard sound so sarcastic?
He was perfectly fine a moment ago. Now it's 'Vice Admiral Randall' every other word?
"Dragon, what exactly are you trying to say?
Keep this up and I'm hanging up!"
Randall spoke impatiently.
Being subjected to this unprovoked barrage of sarcasm would test even