As a human being, Randall felt that the slave trade violated his most fundamental principles.
So if Doflamingo's men were involved in slavery, then Doflamingo could only be his enemy.
At that, Doflamingo fell silent again.
He could tell that Randall's disgust for the slave trade came from the heart.
"Fufufufufu, it looks like we can't be friends, then."
Naturally, he could never accept such an outrageous condition.
In his eyes, Randall probably wasn't as strong as he was.
If he could recruit him, he would gain a capable subordinate for nothing.
If he couldn't, there was no need to force it.
Randall also sighed with a hint of regret.
When he proposed that condition, he had known there was very little chance the other man would agree.
He was just trying his luck.
What if Doflamingo had a momentary lapse of judgment and agreed?
The future emperor of the Underworld could still provide Randall with considerable help.
Unfortunately, the man still had his wits about him...
With negotiations falling through, Doflamingo lost all desire to continue talking.
He merely left him with a threatening remark:
"I look forward to meeting you!"
Then he promptly hung up.
As for the slaves and his men aboard these ships, he could do nothing for them, nor could he be bothered.
If Pica or the others were in danger, he would have been anxious.
But he couldn't care less about these underlings whose names he didn't even know, Tyrce included.
If they died, they died.
By now, the abandoned lackey knew he was doomed, and his face turned ashen.
His whole body went so limp that he couldn't even hold the Den Den Mushi.
"Spare me! Please, spare me! I pulled you out of the sea!"
He pressed his head to the floor,