The Tremor-Tremor Fruit Secured, Part Three

Did the remaining prisoners dare do anything?

No!

They wouldn't dare even if someone lent them the courage. That was the reality.

They had been shouting all sorts of things just moments ago. Now, not one dared make another sound. Even their breathing became cautious.

"To be honest, you're nothing more than tools for me to use. If you were willing to obey, I wouldn't have to control you, but you're simply too unruly. That leaves me no choice. Congratulations, this virus requires medication to keep it suppressed. By the way, how often do they need to take it?" Rogge asked Ares.

"Once a month. If they don't take it in time, they'll probably die within three days, leaving nothing but bones. It doesn't matter how strong they are. The result is the same," Ares said.

"You all heard that, didn't you? We're no saints. We just want you to behave yourselves," Rogge said with a cold smile.

"What are you going to do with us next?" one prisoner couldn't help asking.

"You'll head out to sea," Rogge said.

"Head out to sea?" More than two hundred people looked at Rogge in confusion.

"You'll all split up, with about ten people forming each pirate crew. Recruit your own men. You understand what I mean, right? You'll still control those crews, but from now on, you'll be subordinate crews of the Asura Pirates," Rogge said.

"That's all?" one prisoner asked.

"What else would it be? We'll have ships and supplies ready for you. As for manpower, you'll have to find that yourselves. With your strength, recruiting some men shouldn't be a problem, right?" Ham said with a smile.

The prisoners exchanged looks. They were being controlled just so they could become subordinate crews? Did something like that really warrant using a