Niu Niu Is Going to Cry!

But it was not over yet. Carlos bent his legs slightly, sank his breath into his dantian, and exerted force throughout his body, forcibly lifting the immensely burly Big Bull into the air.

Hmph Hah!

With a sharp shout, Carlos violently threw Olsen out. He landed and rolled more than ten meters, leaving a huge crater in the hard deck as his body sank into it.

Moo!

Olsen roared in fury, but his bovine face twisted in pain. Blood streamed from ten bloody holes, staining the deck red. Yet in the blink of an eye, without any medicine, the bleeding stopped.

"Quit screaming, damn it!"

Carlos was not the kind of fighter who would let his opponent leisurely get back up and adjust his condition. He believed in pressing the advantage and taking a life while the target was down.

Thus, the moment Olsen climbed back up, Carlos rushed before him and lashed a heavy whip kick into Olsen's huge, foolish-looking bull head. With a bang, Olsen was sent flying, spraying blood from his mouth.

"Bastard, I'll ram you to death and trample you into meat paste!"

Mad Bull Charge!

Olsen swiftly climbed to his feet after landing on the deck. His four hooves thundered as he charged forward, each stomp carrying a peculiar rhythm. The entire massive ship began swaying on the sea, and the few Pirates lucky enough to survive could barely stand, hurriedly grabbing whatever was nearby.

Carlos, charging forward once more, felt as though an earthquake had struck. His footing became unsteady, so he simply stopped advancing.

"Helpless rage!"

Carlos said it mockingly, bent his legs slightly, and assumed a Horse Stance. Part of his Internal Energy gathered beneath his feet, anchoring him firmly to the deck as both hands reached for Olsen's ferocious black horns.

Creak!

The two collided head-on. Carrying the force of his charge, Olsen shoved Carlos backward again and again, his feet sliding across the deck and leaving a clear trail behind him!

As expected of a Zoan Devil Fruit user, his strength truly was great. But who said Carlos was not a Devil Fruit user too?

Carlos had not fully used his abilities before only because he wanted to properly gauge the strength of the first Pirate captain he had encountered. Now, he already had his answer. As long as he did not clash head-on and used a little fighting skill, defeating this fellow would not take long.

If he used Illusion Techniques, it would practically be an instant kill. Illusion Techniques worked exceptionally well against those with weak willpower and a tendency to lose their reason!

This time, Carlos gave Olsen something new. Olsen was the first person in this world to suffer this Illusion Technique, but he would not be the last!

Magic Shackling Technique!

As Carlos retreated, his pupils widened slightly. Locking eyes with Olsen, he unleashed the most powerful Illusion Technique he currently possessed.

Damn it, that feeling again.

Olsen sensed something was wrong. The scene before him changed, and he found himself in a Blood-red Deep World. His powerful bull body was fixed to a shackle, crisscrossing Wooden Wedges piercing into his flesh. He could not move at all, while excruciating pain surged through him as though his body had truly been impaled by wood!

"You brat, what kind of witchcraft did you use? Let me out! Fight me fairly, face-to-face!"

Carlos tucked both hands into his pockets and tilted his head at Olsen's words. Was this stupid bull simply too arrogant, or was he just a complete idiot?

In this situation, he could still act so arrogantly. Could it be that beef was not tasty?

"Just a little Devil Fruit ability."

"Now I'm going to ask you some questions. If you don't answer honestly, the pain will double."

Olsen remained silent. It had not felt too painful at first, but now the pain was growing worse and worse. His huge bull head furrowed deeply, cold sweat pouring down his face as he nearly lost the ability to speak.

"Tell me, why did you keep pursuing us after easily plundering two merchant ships? That doesn't make sense."

"I wanted to plunder more."

"Not honest. Would Pirates fail to distinguish between merchant ships and escort ships?"

"Looks like you really are the kind of idiot who refuses a toast only to drink a penalty!"

Carlos immediately increased his Pupil Power output. Two sharp Wooden Wedges suddenly appeared in the void and viciously stabbed into Olsen's body.

"Ahhh..."

Olsen immediately screamed in agony. The Wooden Wedges that had suddenly pierced his body hurt far too much.

"I'll ask one last time. If you still won't honestly explain why you did this, there are plenty more places on that thick bull body of yours where I can stick something."

"Hehehe..."

Carlos suddenly gave a sinister grin and let out an eerie chuckle. Another wooden wedge appeared. This one was equivalent to two wedges by itself, hovering behind Olsen's Bull's Butt and lightly touching the area beneath his Bull's Tail... somewhere unspeakable...

Olsen shuddered violently. Looking at the young man before him, whose eyes were dark and strange, his hair nearly stood on end. He asked in terror, "Are you a devil?"

"Enough nonsense. I'll count to three. If you still aren't honest, I'll give you an experience unlike anything you've ever had!"

"Three, two..."

"I received a notice from the John Family to come kill a man called Lucifer Carlos."

"Now I know it was you, sir. I regret it so much my guts have turned green."

"Why the hell did I wade into this mess? Drinking, eating meat, and living free on the sea—wasn't that good enough?"

Carlos's move was simply too... that. It instantly shattered Olsen's mental defenses. Like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, he immediately spilled everything he knew, along with his regret.

"You're working for the John Family?"

"We only have a cooperative relationship with them. Besides my pirate crew, there are another two or three pirate crews connected to the John Family."

"I was just lucky... no, my luck was so terrible that I ran into you..."

Olsen wore a mournful expression, and bull tears were nearly falling from his eyes. What happened today would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. The shuddering terror of that wooden wedge moving behind his butt had been carved into his bones and soul!

Strange. How did the John Family know I was aboard these ships? They even sent ships to hunt me down...

Was the John Family's intelligence network simply too powerful, or was there a traitor among my men?

After all, I've only just risen to prominence. Before the John Family, which is renowned throughout the Southern West Sea, it would be perfectly normal for those under me to betray me after being threatened and tempted.

Fine. I'll put this matter aside for now. Once I return to Iron Island, I'll investigate it thoroughly. If there truly is a traitor, I'll hold a public trial and make an example of him!

Carlos thought to himself.

"I'll give you a chance. Do you want to die or live?"

"Of course I want to live."

"Can you submit to me?"

"I can, I can!" Olsen said, nodding his bull head rapidly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Good. Otherwise, I'll give you a stick from behind..."

Terror immediately filled Olsen's eyes. This was simply too terrifying for a bull!

Since his whereabouts had already been exposed, it would not be appropriate to continue with the original route. Not to mention that there might be Pirates waiting for him ahead, even if he barely reached Maglin Island, the John Family would likely surround him the moment he came ashore.

So he had to change course, turn passivity into initiative, and move from the open into the shadows. Once he reached Maglin Island, he could slowly search for opportunities, create opportunities, and deliver the John Family a vicious blow!

This big fellow had considerable value. Not only could he help Carlos move from the open into the shadows and quietly infiltrate Maglin Island, but he could also strengthen his forces. He might as well spare him!