"I caught them. The pirate captain and the Base Chief are both right beside me.
I called to ask you what I should do next."
I probably shouldn't just kill them...
At those words, Zephyr couldn't help recalling that severed head from before, so mangled it had barely looked human.
He hurriedly said:
"Catching them is enough. Don't kill them.
Bring them back, and you can leave the rest alone!
Don't worry. You'll get all the credit you deserve!"
That was exactly what Randall had wanted to hear. He immediately grinned.
"Will do!"
After hanging up, Zephyr shook his head and muttered to himself:
"Heh, that kid's only been out for a few days, and he's already stirred up something this big.
Honestly..."
Then Zephyr dialed Sengoku.
A moment later, the call connected.
"Hello, Sengoku speaking."
Sengoku's voice came through.
"It's Zephyr! What's wrong? Been busy lately?"
Zephyr keenly picked up on the exhaustion buried in his old friend's voice and asked out of concern.
"Ugh, don't get me started. There's a mountain of crap to deal with!" Sengoku had been bottling it up for a long time, and now he finally had a chance to vent to Zephyr.
"But the biggest problem is Bullet!"
The moment Zephyr heard that name, he perked right up and asked:
"Oh? Roger's crewmate? Bullet, the Demon Heir? He's no pushover. What's he done?"
"You're telling me! That bastard's been stirring up trouble all over the New World lately!
Several affiliated nations have been caught up in it.
Ugh, the damage a top-tier fighter can cause when he goes berserk is just too much!"
Sengoku couldn't help sighing.
Life was hard. Sengoku sighed.
There were far too many factors to consider when trying to capture someone like that.
Whoever went after him also needed