Mobius stood with his hands in his pockets, his cold gaze sweeping across figure after figure like a blade.
Marines and pirates alike could not help feeling afraid.
The black tendons wrapped around their bodies tightened.
Marine cadets and pirates cried out in pain, one after another.
They felt as though they were suffocating, their bones creaking. Any more pressure, and their bones would snap.
This powerful newcomer had completely changed the course of the battle in mere moments.
Now, they were all little more than this man's prisoners, powerless to resist.
Even "Longhorn Beetle" Shamen could barely put up a fight.
Although the strength of the black tendons could not do him much harm, they still kept him from breaking free.
Especially with all four limbs restrained and only his head left exposed.
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not snap the incredibly tough black tendons.
For this purpose, Mobius had specifically sought out a world-class master to learn the art of rope binding.
It was a profound discipline that allowed him to maximize the effectiveness of his ability.
Whether in combat or restraint, it produced astonishing results. Especially when it came to entertainment, it sometimes offered plenty of fun.
Mobius did not take any of them seriously. This was nothing more than a simple task.
Pirates and Marines were no different in his eyes.
Even with these Marines, as long as they were not dead, his task counted as complete.
Mobius had no intention of lingering. This was already wasting his time, and night was when the revelry aboard the Thousand-Hand Bodhi began.
Rather than deal with these boring Marines and pirates, he would have found spending time with his girlfriend much more interesting.
Suddenly, the pirates' pupils contracted, then their eyes bulged.
Under Mobius's control,