The eldest brother was angry and punched him in the head again.

"If only he were a nobleman! Problem: He's not!

Keep your dog's eyes open! That's it, but the navy that defeated the legendary sea pirates, the Golden Lion!"

The eldest brother's face was full of horror, and his saliva was flying.

was reminded by the eldest brother, and the younger brothers also remembered it at the moment.

"Black, black and white Enma, Randall?"

For a while, the little brothers seemed to have no bones, and they all fell to the ground.

"Now you know you're scared, right?"

The eldest brother wiped a cold sweat and had palpitations on his face.

A few younger brothers nodded frantically, looking like they had escaped death.

Fortunately, their eldest brother's eyes are bright, otherwise if they provoke this big field, then what money will they make.

However, just when they thought they were fine, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.

"Oh? You seem to know me?"

"Who?"

A little brother jumped up with a swoop.

"Didn't you call my name just now? Why, I don't know you now?"

Randall stepped out of the shadows.

Seeing Randall close at hand, several slave traders were struck by lightning and trembled like a sieve of chaff.

"Lan, Lieutenant General Randall, do you have anything to do with us?"

The eldest brother showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Don't you know? Didn't you want to tie us up before?"

Randall gave him a strange look.

When the slave trader heard this, his heart was terrified.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! They don't recognize you, but under my teaching, they have realized their mistakes!"

The eldest brother knelt down with a plop, a handful of snot and tears.

Seeing this, several younger brothers also hurriedly knelt down, kept kowtowing, and shouted for mercy.

Randall didn't bother to look at them, he looked down at Christa and said:

"Little Crystal, what do you think should be done with them?"

Christa's little face was tangled.

"They look pathetic... They didn't really hurt us, and they realized their mistakes..."

"So, you're trying to let them go?"

"That's the idea—" Christa said tentatively as she looked at Randall's expression.

When they heard this, the slave traders almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

"Little Crystal, then imagine what would happen if we were ordinary people without strength?

Will you still have the opportunity to choose what to do with them?"

Randall tried to make his voice as cold as he could.

Hearing this, Christa was shocked.

Randall didn't stop, and said:

"You see that they are pitiful, but you don't know that there are many more people who are ruined because of people like them, and life is better than death.

They are not doing this because they are realizing their mistakes, but because their lives are at stake.

As long as they survive, they are willing to do anything.

If you let them go, nothing will change in the future, more people will be turned into slaves because of them, and there will be broken families with Godot.

Now, are you going to let them go?"

Hearing this, Christa's face turned a little pale.

At this time, the eldest brother of the slave trader had already touched the vicinity of Christa.

When he heard Randall's words, he knew that Randall would not let them go.

He yelled and pounced on Christa.

"Boy, not making the first move is your biggest mistake!"

The eldest brother's face is full of rage, and he is ready to take the opportunity to take Christa hostage and threaten Randall.

He was so close to Christa, and so suddenly

, he believes that Randall must not be able to react!

It was as if he had seen the light that represented survival, the brilliant blue light.

Zizi - click -

A pillar of thunder suddenly appeared, encompassing the eldest brother.

The lightning lasted for three seconds before it dissipated.

I saw the charred body of the eldest brother, because there was no electric current to support it, and fell weakly to the ground.

"W, what the hell?"

The younger brothers looked at Christa, whose eyes were glowing blue and her body was flickering with electric arcs, and their faces were horrified.

"Brother Randall is right, you guys, damn it!"

A few more pillars of thunder flew out, and after a crackle, all the slave traders followed in the footsteps of their boss.

"Brother Randall, what will happen if we are taken as slaves?"

"Got put on a slave collar, was auctioned, and then bought by psychopathic aristocrats, and lived a life worse than death.

If you want to see it, I can take you there."

"Will it affect you, Brother Randall?"

"It doesn't matter, you can go to the G1 base whenever you want."

"Well, I'd like to see it."

"That's walking, and it just so happens that there's a new intelligence dealer in the Chambord Islands.

Presumably there is information on all the slave traders in the Chambord Islands."

Chambord Islands, Mangrove No. 13.

"Brother Randall, is this the intelligence dealer you were talking about?"

Christa looked at the words "Xia Qi's rip-off" with a face that was indescribable.

She couldn't imagine what it would look like inside to be able to write it on the signboard in a grand manner.

Randall pushed the door open, and the bar was empty.

I saw only a woman with short hair, smoking a cigarette in the middle of the bar, and a man with disc glasses who looked very sven sitting there drinking.

He had blonde hair interspersed with strands of white hair.

"There's still people drinking in the bar."

Christa looked at the man in shock.

"Maybe that's the boss."

Randall said casually.

The sound of the two talking caught the man's attention.

When he saw Randall, the man's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

"Did the little brother drink alcohol? Then you're in the wrong place.

Not only is the wine very expensive, but it's also not very tasty."

The man shook his glass and said.

"If it doesn't taste good, do you still drink it?" The woman spit out her eyes.

"No drinking, just some information." Randall said lightly.

When the woman heard this, her eyes flashed, and she paused and said:

"Do you want to buy information? I've got a lot of information here."

"I don't have any money."

Randall said with a very sloppy attitude.

"Little brother, don't think that you can do whatever you want if you're handsome."

The woman pressed her forehead helplessly.

"You should also want a stable life, and you don't want someone to come to you all the time to find trouble, right?"

Randall said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, the woman and the blonde man looked at Randall, and Randall looked back at them.

The atmosphere in the bar changed suddenly.

It was as if the air had become thick in an instant.

Krista sensed the danger, and her eyes unconsciously flashed with thunder.

"Oh, this can't be the legendary Thunder Fruit."

The man was surprised.

At the same time, the previous tense atmosphere was swept away.