"Mm, whatever saves the most trouble. Thank you, Senior." Fan Lang made a welcoming gesture.
The Four-Armed Strongman could not move, but he could hear their conversation. His face turned ashen with fright. Soul Search inflicted tremendous damage on one's consciousness, and being controlled by consciousness was even worse. If he could move now, the first thing he would do would definitely be beg for mercy.
If he had known the enemy was this powerful, he would never have said those things earlier. He would have yielded the moment he appeared!
It was too late to yield now.
An Zihao reached out, grabbed the Four-Armed Strongman's head, and forced his own consciousness into it. It was like a vast sea washing through a valley—unstoppable and penetrating every crevice.
The Four-Armed Strongman's eyes rolled back, and his gaze became vacant.
An Zihao forcibly searched through the Four-Armed Strongman's consciousness, uncovering secrets buried deep within his heart and witnessing many ugly episodes from his life.
An Zihao had seen plenty of murder and robbery. What he considered ugly was far more vile than that.
Birds of a feather flocked together. Most of the Blood Cloak Army was made up of such scum.
There were many kinds of bad people, and these belonged to the kind that was beneath contempt.
"Beasts."
An Zihao gave that two-word assessment, withdrew his hand, and his expression turned several degrees colder. He switched to another consciousness technique, spreading his five fingers and firing five rays of light that stuck to the Four-Armed Strongman, taking control of him.
The Four-Armed Strongman had now become like a puppet on strings, completely under An Zihao's control.
"With him here, controlling this ship will be more convenient. Once we take control of the ship's core, we can kill him," An Zihao