"What are you doing!"
The first to be disarmed was the hot-tempered Havier.
He couldn't tolerate this lowly "Wild Monkey" that was just groveling on the ground to make such an insulting move towards him.
Seeing Lisoben's dirty, pitch-black hands grabbing his weapon, Havier wished he could give this offender a hard slap to the ground.
But with Sunday watching him, no matter how angry he was, he had to suppress his inner impulse.
...
Even the biggest troublemaker, Havier, didn't dare to resist, so naturally, the other sailors had no objections.
Being pointed at with guns by enemies hidden somewhere unknown, even though they were used to being arrogant at sea, they had to lower their heads and reign in their bad tempers for now—
No one wanted to risk their life.
...
Watching the Spanish sailors get their hands tied with belts, struggling to hold up their pants, and obediently line up, Sunday was quite surprised.
