"Hey, you! You've caught my eye! Come here and attend to me!"
Jora looked at Randall and spoke unhurriedly.
Her tone was calm, yet carried an air that brooked no argument.
At her words, the people clustered around her immediately turned incredibly complicated looks on Randall.
Their eyes held sympathy for someone about to meet with misfortune, along with the anguish of those who shared the same fate.
Notably, every one of them was a man.
And hardly any of them had an intact body.
Some were missing an eye, some an ear, and some had only one hand left... and so on.
Each had his own missing parts.
"Are you talking to me?"
Randall pointed at himself with a strange expression and asked.
"Who else would I be talking to? Get your ass over here!"
Randall's handsome looks gave Jora a little more patience.
With anyone else, she would have gotten physical the moment her first command went unheeded.
But his face was also the very reason she had set her sights on him.
Randall shook his head, speechless. Never mind. An opponent like this wasn't worth his time. Business came first.
Under a crowd of incredulous gazes, he ignored Jora completely and walked straight over to the owner.
"Sir, I'd like to ask you something. Do you know where Mont Blanc Cricket lives?
"He has a diamond-shaped face. Very distinctive."
The bar owner stared at Randall in astonishment, unable to understand how he dared do such a thing!
Did he have a death wish?
He coughed and said quietly:
"Blood Rose Jora. A bounty of two hundred and fifteen million.
"An extremely bad temper, and very powerful.
"If you get on your knees and beg now, she might let you live, considering how handsome you are."
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