"Move faster, and don't wander off!"
In every corner of the kingdom, pirates escorted ragged slaves toward the central Teleportation Gate.
Any slave who refused to cooperate received a vicious tongue-lashing, or even punches and kicks.
Although Lind had always tried to improve his troops' discipline, their backgrounds were what they were, and the entire world fostered that sort of behavior.
The fact that these pirates refrained from indiscriminate killing, pillaging, and rape, and merely used somewhat rough methods, was already commendable. Akainu's future subordinates might well prove even more brutal than Lind's current men.
Under the violent methods of the Third Squad's pirates, the relocation proceeded smoothly. These slaves had long since grown accustomed to being ordered around.
Occasionally, someone tried to resist, but a beating soon turned them into obedient little angels, dutifully heading toward the Teleportation Gate as instructed.
From time to time, undercover agents from various factions tried to hide or stir up chaos, but they were easily suppressed.
It was no joke. As one of Lind's long-established squads, the Third Squad had nearly a thousand elite pirates, each at least as strong as a Marine Headquarters Major.
How big was Tequila Wolf, anyway? With elite pirates spread throughout the kingdom and the Sunspot Legion's seabirds patrolling overhead, these agents had virtually no room to operate.
"Boss, everything's going smoothly so far. We expect to finish moving everyone today."
Seeing that everything was proceeding smoothly, Calvin finally found time to report to Lind.
"Good. Sum up what we've learned from this operation. There should be plenty of similar operations later. The large farms in the Magnetic Sea are seriously short of workers."
Lind breathed a sigh of relief at Calvin's report. He had committed considerable force to this operation; calling it overkill would hardly have been