Ivita threw the Magic Whip to the Hand of Mana. Instantly, the Magic Whip extended fifty meters and whipped those five sailors.
With terror in their eyes, the five sailors stared at Ivita and the giant arm, already materializing behind him.
"You...are you trying to steal our gold? That's a crime, you know. You'll be hanged!!!"
"Well..."
A whip strokes down like a gust of wind. The one who had just accused Ivita of committing a crime and stealing their gold, threatening to hang him, had been whipped far away by the gigantic arm. His body became an afterimage, smashed into a house in the next instant, causing the house to eventually collapse.
The remaining four sailors were about to accuse Ivita, but each swallowed their words.
Because what they just witnessed was too horrifying.
They didn't dare to speak out at all.
Ivita stared at them coldly. "The gold doesn't belong to you, does it? It belongs to the pirate ship that attacked the port, am I right?"
