Then, under their shocked gazes, Mu Chen tossed the control chip onto the ground and said flatly, "These tricks are nothing but child's play to me."
Although Mu Chen's words angered Jia Zhi, he found himself unable to refute them. He had never heard of methods like Mu Chen's, let alone seen them. Lei Jiu was equally stunned. She could sense the clones' vital signs changing drastically: their heart rates accelerated and their adrenaline surged. They were nothing like puppets controlled by chips.
With the control chips gone, Mu Chen could still control them. How on earth had he done it?
Ichiji and the others were badly shaken by what Mu Chen had done.
But it was not over yet. As Mu Chen approached the iron cages, another miracle occurred. Under the influence of his Genjutsu, the unconscious pirates woke one after another, their eyes identical to those of the clones.
The one-eyed, scar-faced man suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed to empty air, paying homage to the guidance of the Blood-Rolling Tower's leader. The fat woman holding a barrel of liquor smashed it, tears streaming down her face.
"I'll never be a pirate again! I'm joining the Revolutionary Army!"
The remaining pirates were virtually identical to the clones Mu Chen controlled. "Impossible!" Jia Zhi rushed toward the nearest pirate.
He pressed the sensor on his mechanical arm against the pirate's temple. The brainwave pattern displayed on the screen hit him like a thunderbolt.
It was a textbook pattern of fanatical devotion, utterly different from the loyalty he forcibly manufactured with chips.
Now Jia Zhi was thoroughly convinced. He desperately wanted to know how Mu Chen had done it.
And Mu Chen had barely moved. All he had done was glance at the pirates.
These clones and pirates had