"Director, I still think it's better for you to handle it." Hannibal said quickly, "If Esdeath releases his domineering energy to wake up other terrible prisoners, it will be over. Ah, I accidentally killed him again.
What was in my heart came out."
"Hannibal! I heard everything you said this time!" Magellan said.
"Actually, what he said makes some sense."
Esdeath opened her mouth and explained to Magellan, "Look at these prisoners now. Even if they don't call you director, the guy who calls you diarrhea still doesn't take you seriously."
"And this old guy." Esdeath raised his finger and pointed at Redfield, who was smiling. "Whether it's a new prisoner or an old prisoner who has been detained for decades, they don't treat you as the director at all.
Seriously, if I help you suppress it again, in the long run, you, the director, will lose all your prestige."
"Actually, it's almost gone now. Look, you are still being scolded by them. It should be said that the director has lost his face. So hand over the position of director quickly! Ah, your ambition has been exposed again." Han
Nibal echoed.
"...Yes, I cannot accept this rude attitude."
Magellan showed a scary smile, and venom emerged from his body and gathered on his head, turning into several purple poisonous dragons with teeth and claws.
"Wait a minute, Director, we will be affected too!"
Hannibal was so frightened by this formation that he could not speak coherently, but the situation at this time no longer allowed him to stop it.
"No, he summoned the poisonous dragon!" The nearby prisoners shouted in fright when they saw this situation.
Magellan was able to become the director of Impel Down City not only because of the previous director's negligence, but also because of his ability to suppress all prisoners.
Impel Down is a subordinate organization of the World Government on the same level as the Navy Headquarters, so the actual strength of Magellan, the director of Impel Down City, is comparable to that of the Admiral of the Navy Headquarters.
"Don't get carried away, Poison Dragon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the poisonous dragon above Magellan quickly rushed towards the nearby prisons, directly hitting a few unlucky ones among them.
The purple venom instantly enveloped their whole bodies, and their skin became ulcerated the moment it came into contact with the venom. Not only that, it also burrowed toward the prisoners' ears and nose like a living thing.
"Antidote, give me the antidote quickly...ahhhhh!!!" the prisoners said in pain.
However, these pleas for mercy did not last for a few seconds before they all turned into heart-rending wails.
Esdeath watched calmly, and listening to these wailing sounds, she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of joy in her heart.
"Hey, little girl, come to me."
Suddenly, Redfield waved to Esdeath.
Seeing Redfield waving, Esdeath walked over without saying anything.
Magellan certainly did not forget the culprit who provoked the riot. Although Redfield was shackled, he still avoided the poisonous dragon that attacked him with a light step.
However, Esdeath believes that even if the poisonous dragon really touches him, it will not do much harm to him. The armor-colored covering of his whole body can block the erosion of these poisons. Moreover, even if the domineering energy is exhausted, with his physique, he can still
It can last quite a while.
Seeing that Redfield had avoided his venom, Magellan made no move to attack again. His purpose was to frighten these arrogant prisoners, but targeting him could not achieve the desired effect.
Killing one person to serve as a warning to others is only effective for the weak, and it only needs to shock the weak.
Redfield naturally knew what Magellan was thinking. Not just Magellan, Redfield knew the inner thoughts of almost all the prisoners on the sixth floor underground.
Seeing Esdeath walking over, a smile appeared on Redfield's face.
"I don't want to say anything more. In fact, you already knew it." Esdeath said lightly.
"I have already said that I can only see your inner thoughts. As for whether you believe it or not, that is not my decision."
Redfield smiled, and then continued: "Ski, were you killed?"