After the appetizer came the main course.
Carlos lit a cigarette and quietly watched the show unfold.
Soon, three squads of Impel Down soldiers carried over a massive steel box. Judging by their heavy footsteps, whatever was inside was far from light.
King the Conflagration's towering figure walked up to the steel box. The soldiers hurriedly backed away as though they had encountered some monstrous beast.
With a clang, the box opened. A flash of silvery-white light flickered past, revealing countless instruments of torture packed densely inside the huge box. Their sheer variety and number were enough to make one's scalp tingle and heart quake.
Even Carlos, standing atop the fortress outside Impel Down, felt a chill at the sight of those tools. They gleamed brightly, clearly having been used and maintained often...
Next came King the Conflagration's performance. Though his face was concealed by a mask, the desire in his eyes was clear to see. His excitement was unsettling—this man was a torture fanatic!
One torture device after another was tested on Kaido. Any one of them could have easily killed an ordinary person, but to Kaido, they were merely painful. Death was still far away.
Kaido had been captured only because he had exhausted his strength. For him, that was nothing unusual; it was not the first time the Navy had caught him.
This time, the Navy had captured him. The exhausted Kaido had been bound with chains laced with Seastone and injected with a large dose of anesthetic. Ordinary torture could not possibly wake Kaido while he slept, rested, and recovered his strength.
However, King the Conflagration's interrogation methods were exceptionally skillful. This was not their first encounter, and before long, Kaido was awakened.
"Hahaha... it's you again. Looks like I've ended up in Impel Down again."