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Pirus and his men looked at these worthless slaves in rage.

F***!

These bastards weren't scared of their wrath at all!

Micheal examined each of them and smiled broadly.

"Hmm... so, we've finally caught you all.

But don't blame these men for saying anything.

Because even if they didn't, we would've still been able to catch you all." Micheal said calmly.

Pirus squinted his eyes in confusion.

How?

In his mind, his disguise should've been flawless.

But of course, not to these marines.

Firstly, his skin and that of his men weren't as bad as that of the slaves.

His lips weren't cracked and even though his shorts looked worn out, it was still in a good condition when compared to that of these slaves.

Again, their overall body proportion showed that they were warriors and not paddlers.

The slaves were only trained to work their arms and row.

So they were really skinny below their chest region.