At this time, Tilce only felt pain all over his body.

The power of that punch spread directly from the back to the whole body.

At this time, he could no longer care about his knife.

"You can't do it either, I just punched you, and you can't resist?"

Randall said with some disappointment.

Then he raised his long knife and prepared to finish Tills.

But then he paused.

In other words, isn't it a bit unlucky to kill the master's knife?

Thinking of this, Randall withdrew his long knife and prepared to send Tilce to death with his fist.

But the action was interrupted again.

"Wait, wait, keep people! Keep people under your fist!

My young master wants to talk to you on the phone!"

A little minion ran over with a phone bug in his arms.

This is the little minion who told Tilce not to hurt Randall's face.

This man had seen that Tilce had fallen into disadvantage, so he hurriedly went to call the person behind him.

Randall was stunned when he heard this.

Young master?

How can this title be so visual...

He was stunned, the little minion had already run in front of him, and handed over the phone bug with two trembling waves.

Randall looked down and saw that the pair of orange-red sunglasses was worn on the phone bug's face, and he was very happy.

Yes, seeing this soulful accessory, there is no need to wonder.

The young master in this person's mouth is really the evil Seven Martial Seas in the future, the pink-haired flamingo.

Randall didn't have a phone bug, but said directly:

"Don Quixote Doflamingo?"

Seeing Randall like this, what can the little minion say?

He can only continue to use this master as a human phone bracket.

On the other end of the phone, listening to his name being called directly, he was obviously stunned for a moment.

Then, a strange smile came.

"Ferver, it's me.

I don't know which friend is on my boat?"

Randall says:

"Don't dare to be, I don't dare to be friends with jokers in the underworld, otherwise I won't know if I die one day."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sound of glass breaking on the opposite side.

Then a somewhat hurried voice asked:

"Who the hell are you?"

At this time, Doflamingo had already used the name of Joker to make a name for himself in the underground world.

It can be said that the status is only below those few emperors.

But even they shouldn't know he's a joker!

Wait, if it's only possible to know who he is...

"Are you the World Government?"

Doflamingo asked directly.

"Of course not. Okay, don't care who I really am.

Let's talk about what you're looking for me to do!

If you want to intercede with your men, forget it!

They humiliated me in a slave collar!

This feud is sent!"

Hearing this, the little minion holding the phone bug immediately weakened his legs and knelt down directly for Randall.

Then he said quite aggrievedly:

"My lord, that's not how it is, my lord!

You were lying on a broken plank, and if we hadn't fished you up, you wouldn't have been there!

We saved your life, sir!"

Hearing this, Randall scratched his head.

He found that what the man said seemed to make sense...

Wait, there's a loophole!

Intelligent, he found a loophole!

"Hehe, that's a nice thing to say, don't you still covet me

wants to sell me as a slave to make money!

You're not here to save people!

The starting point is crooked! It was just a coincidence that saved me!

But none of that mattered, the important thing was that I was put in a slave collar!

I... My dignity as a strong man has been insulted!"

Randall wanted to say that he wasn't clean, but it was a bit of an ambiguity to think so.

The little minion was even more aggrieved: "Who knew you were so strong!"

Randall's eyes widened, and he exclaimed:

"What? If you change to a less strong one, you will sell it directly?

Do the weak have no human rights?"

The little minions want to say that the weak have no human rights in the first place.

This is not only what he thinks, but even those who claim to be decent are basically tacit acquiescence.

But he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that if he said it, he would be gone on the spot.

I can only kneel there aggrievedly.

There was silence before Doflamingo seized the opportunity to interject.

"Ferver, you're right.

The dignity of the strong is indeed important!

So, you see, it's better for you to say a number!

As long as it's not too much, I can compensate you!"

Randall touched his chin and said suspiciously:

"No, Doflamingo, it's not like you.

Shouldn't you just open your mouth to be a threat, how can you just give in?"

Hearing this, Doflamingo was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Ferver, like I said, the strong deserve respect, don't they?"

He had already learned from the little minions that Randall had directly crushed Tills.

This kind of thing, he can also do with ease.

But there are other people in his camp who can beat Tils, but there are not those who can crush Randall like that.

But what made him jealous the most was actually Randall's direct call to reveal his identity.

This made him a little confused about Randall.

He suspected that this was what Randall had deliberately given him.

But it has to be said that it is really very effective.

Randall was silent for a moment and said:

"You want to befriend me? It's not that you can't..."

"Oh? I would like to hear about it!" Doflamingo said.

In fact, he wanted to recruit Randall, but he still listened to the other party's conditions first.

Randall said solemnly, "As long as you give up the slave industry.

I can act as if I didn't see the rest of your dark things.

But the slave industry, I can't do it!

As long as you give up, you can talk about everything else."

Hearing this, Doflamingo fell silent.

This time it wasn't like the shock before, but because of anger.

The green tendons on his forehead burst out directly.

Suppressing his anger, he said in a deep voice:

"You're kidding me?"

Since the other party knows that he is a joker, how can he not know that his main business, one is arms, and the other is slaves.

Good fellow, this opening is going to cut off one of his legs?

What the hell did this man say?

Do you really think that he is so important?

Randall said in a deep voice:

"Of course not, I'm serious!"

He, of course, was serious.

The slave trade was something he hated.

This part comes from his three views and his pity for the weak.

But that's not the point.

Although he is not evil, he is not the kind of person who helps the world, he is not so big-minded.

He could not accept the slave trade and, above all, he was a human being.

Buy and sell the same clan, let him

I feel that my personality has also been insulted.

It's an instinctive aversion that's engraved in our genes.