At that moment, Tyr felt pain all over his body.
The force of that punch had spread from his back through his entire body.
He could no longer spare a thought for his sword.
"You're not much good either, huh? I've only thrown one punch, and you already can't fight back?"
Randall sounded rather disappointed.
Then he raised the long sword, ready to finish Tyr off.
But he paused a moment later.
Come to think of it, isn't a sword that kills its master kind of unlucky?
With that thought, Randall put the sword away and prepared to send Tyr to his death with his own fist instead.
But someone interrupted him again.
"W-wait! Spare him! Spare him!
Our young master wants to speak with you!"
A lackey came racing over with a Den Den Mushi in his arms.
He was the same lackey who had told Tyr not to damage Randall's face earlier.
When he had seen Tyr losing the fight, he had hurried off to call the man backing him.
Randall froze at his words.
Young master?
Why does that title sound so familiar...?
While he stood there in a daze, the lackey reached him and held out the Den Den Mushi, his legs trembling.
Randall looked down. The orange-red sunglasses perched on the Den Den Mushi's face looked particularly comical.
Well, with an accessory that captures his essence so perfectly, there's no need to wonder anymore.
The young master this man spoke of really was that pink flamingo who would later become an evil Shichibukai.
Randall did not take the Den Den Mushi. Instead, he simply said:
"Donquixote Doflamingo?"
With Randall acting like this, what could the lackey say?
He could only keep serving as this esteemed gentleman's human phone stand.
On the other end of the