What Klockdahl didn't know was that although Randall was meeting him for the first time, Randall knew him better than he could have imagined.

No matter how much he wanted to break his head, he would not have guessed that the person standing in front of him was a traverser, let alone that his future had been drawn into a caricature.

And Randall, who has read the comics, naturally knows the cunning of Klockdahl.

So even though he could see the clue in Klokdahl's expression, he was still defensive.

Even if Krista didn't warn him, Klockdahl's sneak attack would never succeed.

So the only result of his gloomy thoughts was to make Randall decide to make him suffer a little more.

As soon as Randall's voice fell, he grabbed Crocodall by the neck.

The black fingers, like tongs, clasped tightly around Klockdahl's neck, causing him great pain.

Even if he wanted to elementalize, but Randall was guarding against him, how could he let him get his wish.

The armed color, which was as pure as ink and as large as water, completely enveloped Klockdahl, completely breaking his mind to break free.

"Don't struggle, it's useless, don't worry, I won't kill you."

Randall's words of "comfort" pierced Klockdahl's sensitive nerves even more.

But at this time, he was so controlled by others that he couldn't even make a sound.

With that, Randall walked to the side of the boat.

"Seeing that your soul is filthy, I want to take you to the city first, go there and take a hot bath, and see if I can wash your filth."

Hearing this, Klockdal's blood suddenly erupted.

Is that a hot bath in the city? The sweetness is to cook people directly, okay!

Don't say that he is a capable person, he is weak when he encounters water, even if he is an ordinary person, it is not comfortable!

Ignoring Klockdahl's agitated mood, Randall continued:

"However, if you think about it, you will find trouble, so let's take local materials and put you in the sea to wash."

This is nonsense.

Just to see the picture of Klockdahl, a real pirate, rolling in the boiling water of one hundred degrees, Randall felt that it was worth the trip.

But he suddenly remembered that the city had just been hit by a disaster, and he didn't know what it was like at this time.

The news was blocked, and it's really hard to bring Klockdahl over now.

I just took the local materials.

After saying that, Randall's hand shook and he really threw Klockdahl out.

However, though he let go, the armed color still bound Crocodall, unable to elementalize and move freely.

He could only watch as the sea got closer and closer to him.

With a thud, he fell into the water.

As soon as they came into contact with the sea, the Klockdals were dead on the spot.

The sea is the nemesis of the powerful, and he is a sandsman, and he is afraid of all liquids, and the combination of the two makes it even more uncomfortable.

This is the restrained version.

Klockdahl was bubbling and bubbling like that, and his face sank with despair.

At this time, his mind was full of questions such as, "Why is this stunned young man so bold!" "This is the end of the Sprinkle family's life?" "The world government misunderstood me!" And so on.

On deck, Aqueous scratched his head and walked over to Randall, and asked with some concern:

"Did you really kill him like that? What if the World Government investigates it?"

Although Randall was relieved to do this, he also wanted to kill this pirate for a hundred years.

But the matter is ******, this is a task from the side of the world government, and it is not flexible at all.

Hearing this, Randall rolled his eyes and said:

"Didn't I say I wouldn't kill him? I still know how to measure it."

This time it was Aqueth's turn to roll his eyes.

Do you still know proportion? How long has it been? again

If you don't salvage people, you will sink to the bottom.

But then again, making such pirates suffer is also what Aques is happy to see, so he won't say anything more.

Quiet is back on deck.

As the minutes ticked by, Klockdahl had sunk to the bottom of the sea.

He lay on the seabed and his whole body was weak and weak, and when he saw that there was still no one to fish him, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened in his heart.

He was supposed to scare Randall just for a while, but who would have thought that the other party really didn't seem to care about him.

Unexpectedly, his plan was over before it began.

At this time, Klockdahl was already dead, and he was still the kind that would not be revived.

On deck, Randall pointed his finger to the side of the ship, staring at the sea in a daze.

Suddenly, he came back to his senses and asked aloud:

"Aquith, how long has it been?"

Aques hurriedly said, "Three minutes, boss."

Hearing this, Randall nodded and said, "That's pretty much it."

Immediately, with a flick of his hand, the black armed color came out of his body, condensed into a chain, and burrowed into the sea.

Looking at the chain condensed by the color of the armament, the corners of Aquith's mouth twitched.

It is known that armed dispersion consumes much faster than when entangled on an entity.

Like Randall, who directly condenses the armed color into a substance, the consumption is even more incomprehensible.

Although this is not the first time he has seen Randall use the weapon color so inhumanly, he really can't get used to it.

After the chain entered the sea, it went straight to the bottom of the sea, and with the help of the Sight and Hearing Radar, it accurately wrapped around Klockdahl's body.

A few seconds later, the sea exploded, and Klockdahl was dragged up wet.

Randall flicked his hand, and with a thud, Klockdahl slammed into the deck.

"Ahem, ahem—"

With a cough, Klockdahl's chest rose and fell violently, and he spat several mouthfuls of water.

After a few seconds, he regained some strength and got up from the ground.

As a result, when I got up, I got up, my head was dizzy, my legs were weak, and I almost didn't fall back.

At this time, Klockdahl was really like a chicken in soup, and his big back, which was originally oily and slippery, also fell out at this time, looking extremely down.

Regaining his footing, Klockdahl realized that he had been rescued.

He subconsciously looked around and saw those soldiers, as well as Randall and the others, and a huge humiliation rose from the bottom of his heart.

Although he knew that the soldiers didn't need to look at him, he still had a feeling that everyone was in front of him.

For a moment, he felt like a naked person running naked on a crowded street.

Klockdahl actually felt that he might as well be dead.

Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by humiliation, Randall spoke:

"Alright, let's wipe it."

Randall somehow took a towel and threw it on Klockdahl's head.

Feeling the softness of the towel, Klockdahl almost burst into tears.