Impel Down.

The warship slowly docked at the port, and the dark steel gate, like the fangs of a giant beast, slowly opened in the cold sea breeze.

Gern stood at the bow, black blade eight desolations hanging diagonally at his waist, and the gray-white bandages fluttered slightly in the damp air.

Behind him, Bullet was restrained by Sea Stone chains, but he still held his head high, his expression still defiant.

Immediately after, two figures slowly walked out from behind the gate.

On the left was the current Vice Warden Magellan, a massive figure with a gloomy gaze, resembling Satan.

On the right was Warden Shiliew, smoking a cigar, wearing a white warden's uniform, with the famous sword "Raiu" at his waist.

These two were the absolute twin pillars of Impel Down!

Magellan took a step forward, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "Vice Admiral Gern, you've worked hard.

The Chief Warden went to Mary Geoise, so I'm here to receive the prisoner on his behalf."

"Is that so..." Gern was about to nod when Shiliew's voice came over.

"Oh my, isn't this 'Legendary Marine' Vice Admiral Gern?" Shiliew exhaled a puff of smoke, revealing a sinister smile, his voice filled with exaggerated admiration.

"It's truly an honor to see the great man who arrested the Pirate King with my own eyes!

It's a pity I wasn't here when you escorted Roger last time."

Shiliew's tone was exaggerated, like a street punk, and he even bowed slightly,

making a false bowing gesture, but the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was undisguised.

Gern saw this and did not respond, only looking at him indifferently.

Seeing that Gern did not pay attention to him, Shiliew had no choice but to straighten up, exhale a smoke ring, and turn his gaze to Bullet, his smile gradually becoming ferocious.

"This is the Devil's Heir Barrett? Tsk tsk tsk, he doesn't look like much."

Bullet's pupils constricted slightly, but a cold smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shiliew continued to pace, circling Bullet and examining him, his tone flippant: "I heard you used to be Roger's crewmate?

What, you couldn't even protect your Captain, and now you're being escorted here like a dog by the Marine?"

Magellan frowned: "Shiliew, watch your words."

Shiliew spread his hands, feigning innocence: "I'm just telling the truth, Magellan."

He turned to look at Gern, his smile cold, "Vice Admiral Gern, wouldn't you agree?

After all, even the Pirate King was easily arrested by you.

This kind of trash... probably doesn't even have the right to make you draw your sword, right?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "easily," as if implying that Gern's achievement was nothing more than luck.

Gern remained silent, but his fingers gently tapped the sword guard, his eyes growing colder.

Seeing that Gern still didn't respond, Shiliew's smile became even more uninhibited.

"But that's right! After all, who would be bothered by slaying small fry?"

He walked back in front of Bullet, looking down at him from above, deliberately flicking his cigar ash at Bullet's feet.

"Hey, I heard you like to destroy things?" Shiliew narrowed his eyes, "Too bad, here, you can't even crush an ant."

Bullet slowly raised his head, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth becoming even more ferocious.

Shiliew didn't care, continuing to provoke: "What? Not convinced?

What can you do when you're locked by Sea Stone?" He patted "Raiu" at his waist, his tone contemptuous.

"Should I use this sword to teach you what 'rules' are?"

"Shiliew, don't go too far, Vice Admiral Gern is still here..." Magellan's frown deepened, but before he could finish speaking,

"Clang." A crisp sound of metal breaking and falling to the ground suddenly rang out.

In an instant, Shiliew's smile froze on his face.

Because Bullet's Sea Stone handcuffs on his wrist... had been unlocked at some point!

"You just said..." Bullet slowly stood up, his muscles tensed, and Haoshoku Haki spread out like a tide.

"I can't even crush an ant?"

"When?!" Shiliew's pupils suddenly constricted, and he instinctively took a step back, but because he had been too close, everything was too late at this moment.

"Bang!" Bullet's fist slammed into his abdomen, and the violent force directly sent him flying, smashing through the stone wall behind him.

Smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew.

"Trouble! Bullet broke free!" Magellan's face changed drastically, and venom instantly surged, preparing to strike.

However, a pale white sword light swept across, and the venom was forcibly torn apart by the shockwave.

Gern's black blade eight desolations wasn't even unleashed; its tip was merely pointed diagonally at the ground, and his tone was icy.

"Vice Warden Magellan, this is their business."

"Vice Admiral Gern, you let him go!?!" Magellan stared at Gern in disbelief.

"You shouldn't spread such rumors!"

"How could you..." Magellan gritted his teeth, but then he thought of the oppressive feeling from that man's previous blow...

So his face became as dark as water, and he dared not act rashly.

At the same time, in the smoke and dust, Bullet's figure flashed like a ghost.

He grabbed Shiliew's throat in mid-air and slammed him back to the ground!

"Boom!" The ground cracked, and Shiliew's back was deeply embedded in the stone slab, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Fear finally appeared in his eyes, but Bullet didn't give him a chance to breathe.

His fist rose again, Armament Haki wrapped around it, aiming directly for his face!

"Now..." Bullet sneered, "Who's the 'ant'?"

Shiliew's throat moved, but no sound came out.

"Bullet." Gern's voice came faintly: "That's enough."

Bullet's fist stopped an inch from Shiliew's nose, and the punch wind blew off his hat.

Shiliew's cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his breathing was rapid.

Gern slowly put away his sword, his gaze sweeping over Shiliew, his tone calm but with an undeniable sense of oppression:

"Warden Shiliew, if your 'welcome ceremony' is only this much... then I'm very disappointed."

Shiliew's face was ashen, but at this moment, he couldn't even utter a single word of rebuttal.

Bullet sneered, slowly released Shiliew's throat, and threw him aside like trash.

Then he flexed his wrist, and fragments of the Sea Stone chain rustled down from between his fingers.

"Impel Down?" He scoffed, his gaze sweeping over the wary jailers around him, finally settling on the struggling Shiliew, "Hmph, nothing special."

After speaking, he directly walked past Gern and Tesoro, striding towards Libo.

The five-meter-tall giant slightly bent down in front of the petite Mink Tribe girl, actively raising his thick wrist, signaling her to re-handcuff him with Sea Stone handcuffs.

"Little rabbit," his voice was still hoarse and low, but the previous brutality was gone, "It's time to go back."

Libo blinked, her fluffy ears twitching gently.

She glanced at Gern, and only after receiving his tacit approval did she carefully re-handcuff Bullet.

"I'll come to pick you up soon." Libo whispered, her carrot hair accessory swaying with her movements.

When the lock clicked shut, the corner of Bullet's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

On the other side, Magellan, who was still worried about Bullet going berserk here, stared intently at the scene before him.

The "Devil's Heir Barrett" who had just sent Shiliew flying with one punch and could have escaped at that moment,

was now voluntarily extending his hands to the petite rabbit Mink Tribe girl, signaling to be re-handcuffed.

Especially since he clearly saw that when Libo couldn't reach the lock, Bullet even subtly adjusted the angle of his wrist.

Shiliew stumbled out of the rubble, blood still on the corner of his mouth.

He widened his eyes, completely unaware that his cigar had fallen to the ground.

"What a joke..." he mumbled hoarsely, his fingers unconsciously touching "Raiu" at his waist.

Tesoro leaned against the wall, and seeing this scene, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "When Libo steps in, she's worth two."

The sincerity and simplicity of the Mink Tribe are invincible, which is why Gern allowed Libo to interact with Bullet along the way.

After all, he was tired of being betrayed by 'humans', and Libo, being a Mink Tribe member, wouldn't make Bullet subconsciously 'prejudge'.

Hmm... in other words, simply put,

Bullet didn't even consider Libo a human.

"Bastard." Shiliew's face instantly turned ashen, and he suddenly drew his sword, the blade of Raiu gleaming coldly in the dim light: "Magellan! You're just going to watch the prisoner..."

"Enough!" Magellan interrupted sharply, venom gathering into a dangerous whirlpool at his feet, blocking Shiliew's path.

"Shiliew, you go to the infirmary. I'll take them to the sixth level."

When Shiliew heard this, his eyes gradually became filled with malice.

He reluctantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered, "You'll regret this..."

Gern glanced at him indifferently: "I hope next time we meet, you'll learn to 'assess the situation'."

With that, he stepped forward, and Bullet swaggered behind him.