Subdue!

In reality, Carlos had already wrapped his arm around Niu Niu's neck. If Niu Niu refused to surrender, he would snap his neck with a crack.

Speaking of which, this bull's talent was still decent. Being able to transform its entire body into a bull made it a notable figure in the West Sea.

The surviving pirates saw their captain standing there dumbfounded, with the Demon Boy casually holding him by the vital point. Despair washed over them, and their resistance weakened significantly.

Those who survived, however, were overjoyed. They had truly won, and they would truly live.

The next moment, Carlos dispelled the Illusion Technique. Olsen returned to normal, regaining his human form and slumping onto the deck, gasping for air.

"Stop wasting time. This battle can end now."

"Yes, yes."

Olsen scrambled to his feet and roared at his crewmates, "Stop fighting, you bastards! Surrender, surrender!"

Olsen's words completely crushed the pirates. One by one, they dejectedly put down their weapons...

Half an hour later, the weather was clear, the sun was shining, and the sea was calm. Carlos had arranged everything. The two merchant ships were returned to their owners. Amidst the thousandfold thanks of the Brocade Robe Captain, Carlos set sail back with the two severely damaged escort ships. With them in such a state, what business could they possibly do...

Carlos lay on a lounge chair on the deck of an intact pirate ship, with Olsen, the captain of the Mad Bull Pirates, and some surviving core members cautiously attending to him like servants waiting on a master.

How could they not serve him cautiously? This operation had been a massive loss, a complete disaster!

The Mad Bull Pirates were considered a top-tier pirate crew in the West Sea. Although they were at the bottom of the top-tier, they were still barely a top-tier crew.

With over four hundred members, they had lost more than half their strength, significantly weakening them and reducing them to a mid-sized pirate crew in the West Sea.

Top-tier pirate crews had over a thousand members. The current era was not comparable to the beginning of the Great Age of Pirates, nor to when Luffy set sail. The number of pirates now was smaller, but their quality was higher. A low-level pirate now could handle three from back then without issue.

At the start of the Great Age of Pirates, many people who had lost their minds became pirates, and their strength was truly pathetic. Nowadays, low-level pirates were skilled individuals in their own right, otherwise, they wouldn't have the nerve to set sail.

Carlos lay on the lounge chair, drinking wine and eating meat, listening to Olsen recount stories about the John Family. Some core members chimed in to add details. When they ran out of things to say, Carlos finally spoke.

"Little Bull?"

"Here," Olsen replied with a bitter expression. He, the mighty Mad Bull, a notable figure in the West Sea, was now being called Little Bull, such a strange and shameful nickname. It was hard to describe his feelings; he deeply regretted it...

The other core members wanted to laugh but dared not. They held back with great effort, knowing that if they burst out laughing, their captain would likely beat them into pulp even if he didn't kill them. They had to endure.

"Want to learn this?"

Carlos picked up the Cleaver lying beside him, which was used for cutting fruit. It was unavoidable; a crew of rough men, their fruit knife was this crude, unique, and individualistic.

Carlos picked up the knife and slashed it down at his own arm. However, the scene of blood gushing did not appear. With a clang, the cleaver was repelled, leaving no mark.

Carlos's current mastery of the Golden Bell Shield meant that ordinary knives could no longer leave a trace. Only bullets could leave a mark, but it would disappear quickly.

Olsen's eyes widened at the sight, truly like bull's eyes. He said excitedly, "I want to learn, boss, I really want to learn!"

If he could learn this, his strength would increase by who knew how many times. His hide was thick, but its thickness was limited. He only had great strength, strong recovery, and his speed was barely passable.

"If you want to learn, work hard. As long as you handle the matters I assign you and earn merit, I won't be stingy with teaching you."

Carlos picked up his wine glass with his left hand and placed a cigarette in his mouth with his right. Olsen, his mind now sharp, quickly took out a lighter and lit it for Carlos, saying somewhat obsequiously, "Boss, don't worry, I will definitely work hard to handle every matter you assign me."

"Boss, is this your unique Body Technique?"

"Is it similar to the recently introduced Rokushiki by the Marines, Fish-Man Karate, Newkama Kenpo, and the like?"

"Yoho, I didn't expect you, this dumb ox, to be quite knowledgeable." Carlos said with some surprise.

"Of course, boss, don't look down on people. I, Olsen, have also spent some time in the Grand Line." Olsen said with great pride, as if having set foot on the Grand Line was akin to becoming the One Piece.

"This is indeed a special Body Technique, and a very powerful one!"

Carlos gave an affirmative answer without hesitation. He was confident that with continuous cultivation, his martial arts would not be inferior to any Body Technique in this world. Moreover, his martial arts had a unique characteristic that this world lacked. Especially the Golden Bell Shield, it was a method of both internal and external cultivation, causing very little damage to the body, and was even beneficial!

It would not be like some special methods in this world that over-exploited physical potential, leading to a cliff-like drop in strength in old age!

Of course, Carlos would not work in isolation. He would learn from others' strengths and compensate for his own weaknesses in the future, gradually perfecting his martial arts to make them stronger and more perfect!

The combination of Byakugan and Sharingan was truly a superb skill for secretly learning!

The Byakugan could see every minute change in a creature's body with extreme clarity. For example, with Rokushiki, the Byakugan could clearly see how each muscle moved, how it breathed, and how it exerted force. Combined with the copying ability of the Sharingan, it was truly powerful!

Although it was slightly different from the Byakugan in his cognition, Carlos didn't care. After all, it wasn't the real Byakugan, but a mimicry created by the Special Paramecia Devil Fruit, the Eye of the Devil. He still had to adapt to this world!

In the future, when he encountered strong Marines, strong pirates, strong Fish-Men, Newkama... cough, let's forget about that. He couldn't learn it. It was too effeminate, too demonic, too strange. He couldn't learn it, couldn't learn it...

Therefore, his martial arts were not static. They would evolve in the future. It was fine to teach others. Anyway, the advanced version was in his hands. The strength of a force was its overall strength. If only the boss was strong, it would be too flimsy, a castle in the air, with poor resistance to risks and pressure.

It was precisely because of this that Carlos was so generous, giving the pirates he had just subdued with his martial might a grand vision to increase their loyalty. It was a combination of grace and power, a simple yet profound and effective method!

One must always seize what subordinates desire most to bestow grace and what they fear most to exert power. Only then can loyalty be unbreakable.

With the subordinates on Iron Island, Carlos didn't have much time to use such methods. He had to sort out internal affairs, and the John Family's revenge was also coming soon. But it didn't matter, there would be many opportunities in the future.

"You also have a chance. If you work for me diligently, it's not impossible for me to teach you..."

"Let me show you again."

Carlos said to Olsen's Survivor Backbone, putting down his wine glass, holding a cigarette, still with that fruit-cutting cleaver, channeling power into his fingers, flicking his finger, the strength instantly erupted, with a crack, the seemingly hard cleaver was directly broken in half, the tip of the blade plunged into the deck, three inches deep!

"Boss, from now on, you are our real boss!"

"Hahaha..."

Carlos laughed heartily upon seeing this. This group of Silly Pirates had a sense of humor, interesting!

"Now, I have a first order of business, you will do it immediately."

"Boss, please tell us!" everyone said eagerly.

Carlos smiled upon seeing this. Once he disembarked, these pirates would probably not be as loyal to Olsen. His previous words had already divided them, it was just a small trick.