Shiru kicked him hard on the butt, and Doflamingo stumbled to the ground, almost rolling and being kicked into the prison.
He climbed up in embarrassment, and as soon as he raised his head with a fierce look, several jailers came forward and roughly tied his limbs with iron ropes, clinging to the wall. His range of movement was extremely limited.
"This kind of treatment, even on the sixth floor, can only be enjoyed by the top old monsters."
Xi Liu held a cigar in his mouth, held his chin, and looked at him with a smile, "And this is just the first step of taking care of you. The good days are still to come..."
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, he punched Doflamingo hard in the face. The latter groaned, his head thrown back from the blow, sweetness rose in his throat, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, with
Two complete teeth.
What a cruel guy...
The flying squirrel's eyes twitched as he looked outside the door.
He could see clearly that the new deputy warden of Impel Down City had clearly used all his strength in the punch just now, and it had also been hardened with armor...
"Furafuran..."
Doflamingo spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his head with difficulty. The fur monster laughed and said, "I don't have the strength to hit anyone. How can one punch be enough? If you have the ability, just..."
Boom!
Another punch came, interrupting the second half of his sentence.
Boom! Boom!
Left hook, right hook, straight punch, elbow strike, knee strike...
Shiliu still had a smile on his face, but his movements were merciless, like a violent storm, ravaging Doflamingo like a sandbag and venting his anger.
Soon.
Doflamingo was already lying in a pool of blood with injuries all over his body. His body was curled up into a shrimp, twitching and coughing out blood. He felt that the world around him was moving away from him, and his five senses were all blurred...
And Xiliu finally stopped.
He twisted his neck, turned his head, and saw the flying squirrel looking at him dumbfounded, and shrugged: "This is not an abuse of lynching. You see, he said it himself. I have never heard such a request in my life.
"
"..."
The corner of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched, but he still didn't say anything.
Bang!
With a dull loud noise, the iron door of the prison was slammed shut.
Xiliu whispered a few words to a few close guards around him, gave him one last look with a sneer, and left with Flying Squirrel and others without looking back.
The footsteps gradually moved away, and the dark corridor returned to silence.
…
I don’t know how much time passed.
Doflamingo finally recovered from his half-conscious state and gradually regained consciousness.
"Ahem..."
He coughed violently a few more times, struggled to sit up, and found that a food bowl had been placed in front of him. The food in it was like swilled pig chaff, which was disgusting to look at.
It was still eight or nine in the morning when I came in, and I didn’t know how long I had been unconscious. Is the thing in front of me lunch... or dinner?
In a place without light, one cannot feel the passage of time. Doflamingo stared at the food bowl for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back, sneered, and kicked it over with force.
Do underground level 6 prisoners eat this kind of food?
The swill splashed, and some of it splashed into the cell next door.
"Kid, if I were you, I wouldn't be picky about food. I would eat it honestly so that I can barely bear the beating next time."
In the darkness next to him, a voice suddenly came from Youyou, "You shouldn't mess with him."
"Um?"
Doflamingo subconsciously turned his head and looked over, "What did you say?"
"I said, you shouldn't mess with him."
The figure in the darkness came closer. He was a thin old man with wrinkles on his face. He yawned and lazily shaved his teeth with a fish bone:
"Although that guy has only taken office not long ago, he is already recognized as the most ruthless bastard among all the jailers. Although I don't know where you provoked him, I'm afraid the rest of your life will not be easy..."
What happened to him?
I haven’t figured this out yet, but I want to know too!
"..."
Doflamingo had a gloomy face and said nothing, but his eyes noticed the food bowl in front of the thin old man. Half of the food was left in it. Not to mention how rich it was, there were both meat and vegetables, as well as a large piece of fragrant grilled fish.
…
He suddenly realized.
It turns out that it's not that all the prisoners at level 6 eat swill, but that he is the only exception.
That guy's so-called "care" not only started from the first day he was imprisoned, but also covered all aspects.
Damn...bastard!
Veins appeared on Doflamingo's forehead, but the thin old man next to him was not surprised and said with a smile:
"Where are we now? Kid, now that you've entered here, don't even think about getting out. You're still young. If you hadn't been tortured to death by that warden, it would have been fifty or sixty years...by the time you were seventy or eighty years old and couldn't bear to look back.
Even if you open your eyes, you still have to stay here."
"What awaits you is the torture of endless dark years, so..."
"It's so noisy."
Doflamingo interrupted the thin old man's words, "Fufufu... don't lecture others like you've been through it. Old guy, I'm different from you guys. Maybe it won't be long before you can see me."
I said goodbye to you outside the prison."
Although his nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten, and his head was still buzzing, Doflamingo's thoughts were still very clear.
More than a month has passed since he was arrested and imprisoned. There has been no movement from either Mary Joa or the World Government, which is not surprising to him.
After all, his identity as a Celestial Dragon is already a thing of the past.
But those idiots in the Holy Land still want to lose face after all.
He has been operating in Beihai for many years, and the forces under his command are complicated and complicated. There are countless subordinates who are loyal to him. It is impossible to wipe out all of them.
As long as one of them is clever and starts using public opinion to build momentum and publicize his bloodline identity everywhere, then the Holy Land, whether for the sake of face or something else, will no longer be able to let the navy detain him in Impel Down City and ignore him.
"soon……"
Doflamingo sneered, so what if the family fortune collapsed? So what if he was humiliated here?
As long as he stays for a while and lets him out, he will have the confidence to regain everything he lost. When the time comes, he may not be able to do anything to deal with Nuo Xia, but this warden named Shiliu... hum.
"Why is there another dreamer?"
The sudden words interrupted his thoughts. Doflamingo turned his head and saw the thin old man leaning against the wall, pointing to the side with a sneer on his face, "I don't know where you got your confidence. The last one also followed.
Just like you, you have been thinking about how to get out all day long, but why are you still lying here obediently?"
Previous?
Doflamingo looked in the direction pointed by the old man and saw a red-haired boy wearing a straw hat in the prison farther away. He was holding a round belly of food and shouting with satisfaction.
Sleeping, snoring slightly from time to time...
Who is that?
At such a young age, he is actually qualified to be imprisoned in underground level 6?
Doflamingo frowned and looked carefully. He couldn't find the corresponding image in his mind for a long time. He just didn't bother to think about it. He snorted and lay back against the wall again. He closed his eyes. Even the old man didn't bother.
Got it.
Compare that kid with yourself?
How ridiculous.
What a bunch of stupid guys...
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Time passes day by day.
The days in prison were more difficult than Doflamingo imagined.
Xiliu's revenge was probably a sustainable form of fishing in the marsh. He would come down every few days and beat him to the point of dying, but he would always stop at the right time so that he would not die. He would feed him a sip of swill, and he would still be able to survive after all.
.
And this is only the second step.
There was no sun, no moonlight, and no feeling of the passage of time between day and night. All that accompanied him was the endless darkness, the loneliness that lasted like years, constantly gnawing at Doflamingo's sanity.
He began to waver and wonder whether all his subordinates had been wiped out, or whether he, the old young master, had been forgotten.
On the other hand, the "inmates" next to him lived a much more relaxed life than he did.
Needless to say, the old man next to me has obviously been here for a long time and has adapted to the life here. He has no plans to go out. He just wants to die here, lazing around every day, sleeping and eating when he should.
As for the red-haired boy wearing a straw hat, Doflamingo was a little confused.
He is cheerful every day, with a heartless smile on his face. He is so optimistic and positive that he is completely incompatible with everyone around him. Apart from eating, drinking and having sex every day, he actually spends most of his time exercising and practicing under the firm constraints of shackles.
Recently, Doflamingo has been awakened every day by the sound of this guy doing push-ups and counting...
What an idiot!
What Doflamingo hates the most is this kind of hot-blooded idiot who has no reason to be happy.
If he were outside, even if there was no grudge, if he saw such a sunny guy smiling like this, he would cut off his head with silk thread and admire the bright smile on his face with enjoyment, which gradually turned into panic and fear...
this day.
In the distance of the dark corridor, there was suddenly a burst of unfamiliar footsteps.
The movement disturbed all the prisoners along the way.
Doflamingo was no exception. He was half-leaning against the wall, squinting his eyes, and saw several jailers holding oil lamps, respectfully clearing the way in front, and behind them were two tall figures in luxurious clothes.
The two "noble men" were obviously extremely disgusted with this dirty environment and kept covering their mouths and noses with their sleeves.
This style of dressing, this familiar manner...
There’s no mistaking him, he’s a guy from Holy Land Marie Gioia!
I finally got through it and can go out!
Doflamingo perked up and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. He sat upright. His brain was working rapidly. In just a few seconds, he had already figured out how to maintain a good demeanor in front of these guys...
…
However.
Boom.
The footsteps stopped, but they did not stop in front of his prison.
The two noble figures actually asked the jailer to open the red-haired straw hat's prison. Then, regardless of the dirty environment inside, he went in personally, with a flattering smile on his face, and whispered to the red-haired boy.
.
How can it be?
Doflamingo's pupils suddenly narrowed, and a sense of absurdity and disbelief crept into his heart.
I don’t know what exactly was said.
After a while, the red-haired straw hat boy muttered something dissatisfied, and then, under the respectful guidance of the two men, he stretched out of the cell and strode towards the end of the corridor.
Doflamingo and the thin old man next door were left behind, with their mouths slightly open, staring blankly at the figure gradually disappearing...
…
In the winter of 1504 in the Hainan calendar, Shanks, who had only been imprisoned for three months in the Deep Sea Prison, was officially released from prison.
In the same month, the World Government signed an alliance with it.
Since then, Shanks has officially taken over the position vacated by the death of "Queen of Bubbles" Sophia and became the new king of the Shichibukai.
After learning this somewhat sudden news, Aokiji was quite dissatisfied with it. He had captured that kid with his own hands. How long had it been since then? He was released inexplicably and he also signed the Shichibukai Covenant?
Nuo Xia was drinking with Qing Zhi at that time. He didn't have any reaction when he heard this. After being slightly startled, he shook his head and didn't care much.
He was not surprised by this.
The life experience of Shanks is indeed quite mysterious. According to his guess, he is probably inseparable from the Celestial Dragons, and it was expected that he would be released.
As for this guy, he became the Shichibukai.
That might actually be a good thing.
Anyway, there is a vacancy in the Shichibukai, and someone has to fill it. And when he is still unable to cancel the Shichibukai system, it is better to let Shanks fill the position than those guys with low moral character who come here for legal plunder.
Much better.
Although the positions of the camps are different, Nuo Xia still approves of the red-haired personality.
This incident can only be regarded as a small episode after drinking. After leaving the tavern with Qingzhi, it was dusk. After going home and having dinner, Nuo Xia devoted himself wholeheartedly to practice again.
After returning from Beihai, he felt more and more clearly that the bottleneck of his swordsmanship was getting looser and looser. With his accumulated experience, the master-level swordsmanship realm was already within easy reach.
And at the same time.
Physical skills, dual-color Haki, the control and use of Overlord Color, and the development of Thunder Fruit cannot be left behind.
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The days when you are addicted to spiritual practice always pass quickly.
Time flies, and it’s two years later in the blink of an eye.
It was early autumn in the year 1506 of the Haiyuan calendar.
Marine Headquarters on this day, Marinevando.
An autumn rain fell in the early morning, driving away the heat that lasted for many days. After the rain, the air was fresh and the moist sea breeze blew from the port, which was refreshing.
There are many warships in the crescent-shaped harbor, and the pier is crowded with people. Young and enthusiastic faces can be seen everywhere.
This is a good day for new recruits to enter camp.
Zefa, who was humming a tune and making coffee in his office, thought so, and the instructors responsible for receiving and guiding the new students at the camp gate thought so;
Most people who enter with longing in mind think so too.
But for the two young sailors who came all the way from the 16th branch of the East China Sea - Smoker and Mouse, this may not be the case.
Because not long after they set foot on the land of Marinefando, the two of them suddenly discovered that they... seemed to have lost track of the large army at some point and were completely lost...