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Labor rebel army, various strongholds.
Following Captain Gabul's call, the laborers carried their firearms to rendezvous with the main force. But their morale wasn't as high as before.
Many laborers showed hesitation.
Previously, they had only thought of victory while fighting the pirates. But recently, the pirates hadn't pursued them.
Their excited minds gradually calmed down.
Combined with the enemy's promises.
"Have you all heard? As long as we give up resistance, the pirates promised not to pursue our rebellion."
"They must be deceiving us!"
"But my wife told me the new group of pirates are actually quite good."
"My mother also told me to go home."
"I want to go back too."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you want to return to that hellish factory? Are you worthy of your dead brothers?!"
Faced with the pirates' offer of amnesty, divisions emerged among the laborers. Some wanted to surrender, while others wanted to continue fighting to the end. They even argued over it.
"Those damned women!"
Many laborers cursed bitterly.
Their women wanted stable lives, but it was the men who sacrificed. In the weapons factory, they suffered inhumane torture. If they couldn't complete their work, they might even be beaten to death.
No different from slaves!
"Trust Captain Gabul!"
"As long as Captain Gabul is here, we will definitely win!"
"Once the pirates are driven away, our lives will improve!"
At this point, the laborers could only place their hopes on Captain Gabul. He was the Son of the Revolution!
Thousands of laborers quickly assembled. Under Captain Gabul's impassioned speech and rallying call, the laborers quickly regained their fighting spirit and marched toward the town.
At that moment, by the sea outside town.
A large sunshade was set up on the beach.
Charcoal grills, barbecue racks, various skewered meats, and vegetables bought from the villagers.
Daichi was camping with the women.
His subordinates were also doing their own thing, mingling with villagers, helping with chores, and even flirting with local young wives.
Having followed Daichi for a long time, the pirates' irritable temperaments gradually calmed. Their conduct began to resemble Daichi's.
After all, following Daichi-sama meant no shortage of money!
A nimble man sprinted out of the forest, arriving at the beach out of breath, bent over and looking pained.
"Captain Daichi!"
"Hoo~ hoo~"
"Gazelleman, you should really work on your stamina. I'm worried you'll run yourself to death."
Daichi couldn't help but complain.
This guy was his subordinate, nicknamed Gazelleman. He was extremely fast at running, but his stamina was terrible. Every time he delivered a message, he would gasp for breath for ages.
"Sorry~ hoo~ Captain Daichi."
Gazelleman struggled to stand up, supporting his waist. He ostentatiously took out a comb and tidied a wisp of flowing golden hair on his head.
Only then did he report obsequiously.
"Captain Daichi, the labor rebel army is on the march!"
"Got it. Go tell them I'm waiting right here."
Daichi waved his hand.
"Huh? I have to run again?!"
Gazelleman's eyes widened. He reluctantly turned and adopted a starting pose.
"So, I'm really going?"
"Get lost!"
Daichi cursed with a smile.
These rascals were almost spoiled by him.
An hour later, the vast labor army appeared outside town. Villagers heard the commotion and came out of their homes.
"They're right there!"
The labor army quickly spotted Daichi and the others eating barbecue on the beach, as well as the villagers who had come out to watch.
The peaceful and calm situation clearly exceeded the laborers' expectations. Not only was there no pre-war tension, their families were even mingling with the pirates.
As if watching a show.
When a certain laborer saw his wife with a flushed face holding hands with a pirate, his eyes immediately turned red.
The woman also saw her husband. She quickly distanced herself from the pirate, pretending nothing had happened, and unnaturally tidied her rather messy long hair.
Then, the woman glared at her husband.
It was just holding hands—what was there to be angry about?
The pirate had given her so many gifts and helped with housework. What was wrong with her wanting to repay him?
She needed care too!
The laborer sadly rested his head on his comrade's shoulder. He no longer wanted to revolt. He just wanted to go home and protect his wife.
The labor leader leaned toward Gabul.
"Captain Gabul, what should we do?"
"Wait a moment."
Gabul was also bewildered.
In just a few days, how could the pirates and villagers get along so well? It made them look like villains.
No, this must be fake!
A small elderly woman walked up and handed Gabul a food basket containing his favorite pork chops.
"Gabul, you're finally back."
"Grandma?"
Gabul awkwardly took the food, somewhat at a loss. With so many people watching, it was quite embarrassing.
The old woman sighed and earnestly advised, "The pirate gentleman is a very good person. You should talk to him nicely and don't always resort to fighting."
"Grandma, I..."
Gabul opened his mouth.
Grandma was old, and explaining the revolution to her would be difficult. Moreover, the current situation was indeed very complex.
The laborers' families were all watching, including some children. In such a situation, it would undoubtedly be cruel for the laborers to launch an attack.
Gabul took a deep breath and walked alone toward the beach.
"You all wait for me here!"
"Captain Gabul, it's dangerous!"
The laborers looked anxious. Letting Captain Gabul face the pirates alone—if the pirates suddenly attacked, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Without Captain Gabul, how would they have the courage to resist?
"Koala, we're going too."
Sabo followed Gabul, and Koala was right behind him.
Beach campsite.
Tea was brewed on the table, along with exquisite pastries and fruits.
But there was only one guest seat.
Daichi gestured with his hand.
"Have a seat, Mr. Gabul."
Gabul glanced at Sabo. In the Revolutionary Army, Sabo was the Chief of Staff, a higher position than his. At a moment like this, Sabo was clearly more suitable to sit down and negotiate.
Sabo imperceptibly shook his head.
Gabul took a deep breath and sat down.
"Have some tea."
Daichi poured Gabul a cup of tea, then observed him.
Similar. Very similar.
According to the intelligence he had received, this Son of the Revolution was very weak but possessed unique charisma.
He could awaken hope in the hearts of the oppressed.
More powerful than the Pump-Pump Fruit.
Abilities, after all, had time limits. But as long as he was alive, he would naturally become the banner in people's hearts.
It would be a pity to kill such talent.
Daichi's eyes showed admiration, and he sincerely extended an invitation. "Mr. Gabul, I admire you very much. Would you like to join my ranks?"
"Huh?!"
The tea in Gabul's hand spilled.
This pirate wanted to recruit him?