Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

This means that at the moment the commotion erupted, everyone on the ship except for Raiche, himself, and his two men was probably dead.

Despite his overwhelming fear, he gritted his teeth and, along with two of his soldiers, escorted Raicher toward the deck.

The wind and waves grew stronger, and the ship rocked more and more violently, making it difficult for the people to walk steadily.

As he continued forward, he saw the corpses of soldiers and sailors lying on the corridor floor, which intensified the fear in his and his men's hearts. Only Reicher remained calm and unmoved.

Moving through the corridor, the group quickly approached the deck.

The closer you get, the clearer the roar of the helicopter rotor becomes, though it is partially masked by the sound of the surging waves, it is still clearly audible.

This ocean-going cargo ship has been converted, with an empty deck and a specially opened helipad.

As soon as they stepped onto the deck, apart from Lei Che, the blond man with the buzz cut and his two men all widened their eyes slightly, their expressions filled with shock.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sea was churning with waves that crashed against the ship, as if foreshadowing an even bigger storm to come. Only the light was not dim enough to make everything on the deck clearly visible.

The first thing that caught everyone's eye was a black-haired boy wearing a black jacket, a T-shirt underneath, and jeans.

A woman in a down jacket was standing next to the boy, seemingly talking to him.

Behind the two men, more than twenty fully armed gunmen stood ready. Although their equipment was not as sophisticated as that of the blond, buzz-cut man's soldiers, it was still top-notch in the world.

Looking up slightly, I saw three armed helicopters hovering in the sky, along with several rappelling ropes.

An indescribable shock surged from the bottom of his heart. He stared intently at the black-haired boy, his heart pounding wildly.

He recognized the other person at a glance; it was the boy named Matthew. That's why he was ordered to lead a team to arrest Rachel. Of course, Rachel's continuous counter-tracking of their operations was also one of the reasons for this arrest.

They had already thoroughly investigated Matthew's background.

Daniel's adopted son, a former soldier, had never shown anything special in the town until after Daniel was killed. Only then did the boy display inhuman strength and slaughter those around him.

Their methods were exceptionally ruthless.

After that, Matthew completely disappeared from everyone's sight, and that disappearance lasted for more than half a year.

He never expected that when Matthew reappeared, he had already assembled such a well-equipped private armed force.

Just as he was filled with shock and racking his brains, a slightly teasing female voice suddenly rang out: "Hey, Raiche, you look pretty good."

The man with the buzz cut immediately focused his attention, and Lei Che, unperturbed by the teasing, said, "Aside from two broken ribs, two bullet wounds, and a few abrasions, I'm not bad off."

"No wonder you look so energetic, but it really took me a while to find you." The woman chuckled, her tone even more teasing.

"These guys are more cautious and cunning than I thought."

The two men talked as if no one else was around, but the blond man with the buzz cut and his two henchmen didn't dare to utter a single word of objection. Several black gun barrels were already firmly pointed at them, and if they made the slightest move, they would become dead in the next second.

Just as he was racking his brains, trying to figure out how to negotiate with the other party and fight for a chance of survival, Matthew's gaze slowly turned and fell on him.

boom!!

The giant wave crashed violently against the ship's hull, creating a spectacular display of white spray.

With just a glance, Matthew unleashed an overwhelming aura that swept over them like a storm, the oppressive force almost tangible, brutally assaulting the minds of the blond man with the buzz cut and the two soldiers, nearly tearing their consciousness apart.

Under such a commanding gaze, the fear in my heart could no longer be suppressed. Like a wild beast breaking free of its shackles, it surged and roared wildly in my chest.

Although they were highly trained elites, they thought they had long forgotten their fear and buried it deep in their hearts.

But when they truly faced Matthew's eyes, they realized that the suppressed fear had never disappeared; it had simply been forcibly concealed. Now, under absolute pressure, it was completely exposed.

That terrifying aura, like an invisible giant hand, instantly shattered all their courage to resist, and even the strength to grip their guns was gradually slipping away.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Although it was January and the temperature had already dropped below zero with a biting wind, their foreheads and backs were covered in a thick layer of cold sweat, which slid down their cheeks.

Reicher was not affected by the Conqueror's Haki, but he clearly sensed the inexplicable, suffocating pressure in the air.

He glanced at the three people behind him, looking utterly dejected, then turned to look at Matthew, raising an eyebrow slightly, and immediately knew the answer.

He completely ignored the trembling gun barrels pointed at the back of his head behind him, and slowly walked towards Matthew and the woman in the down jacket.

The shackles on his hands and feet clattered against the deck, making a jarring metallic clanging sound that was particularly jarring on the empty deck, but it did nothing to affect his composed pace.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Raiche raised his hands in a gesture, and Nigley smiled and waved slightly. A soldier behind him walked to an armed helicopter parked on the tarmac, took a pair of pliers from a toolbox inside the cabin, and quickly walked over to skillfully cut the shackles on Raiche's hands and feet.

Matthew ignored them and walked toward the three people who were overwhelmed by fear.

"Whose people are you?"

A strong wind blew, causing his black, tousled hair to dance. Matthew's voice was calm, but to the three of them it sounded like thunder, making them involuntarily shiver.

"You, you might as well kill us."

Having lost their last bargaining chip, Reicher, and completely overwhelmed by Matthew's charisma, the blond, buzz-cut man knew that they had no chance of resisting at all.

Fear completely overwhelmed his reason, his face was contorted with a distorted expression, yet a hint of madness lingered in his eyes. He dared not meet Matthew's gaze, his eyes darting around aimlessly. He decided to throw caution to the wind and actively seek death.

Not only him, but the two soldiers beside him were also pale-faced, trembling all over, their eyes filled with despair, not daring to even think of resisting.

Seeing this, Matthew's eyes flickered slightly.

His Conqueror's Haki attack was already precisely controlled in its range; it was an extreme form of mental pressure. If an ordinary person were to be subjected to such an attack, they would only lose their mind out of fear and become like a puppet, completely at the mercy of others.