This man had a pair of wings at his ankles and wore nothing but tight briefs, yet the clearly defined muscles all over his body were enough to make anyone envious.
And despite the temperature outside being below minus twenty degrees Celsius, with the castle itself also below freezing, he could breathe normally without dying from hypothermia. He was clearly no ordinary person.
"Pirate King?"
Steve pressed, "You know him?"
"He's Ocean Overlord Pirate King Namor." Allen looked puzzled. "Shouldn't he be in the sea? Why is he on land?"
The title Ocean Overlord Pirate King was obviously a nickname Allen had made up.
Steve tried to wake Namor and ask about his origins, but there was no response at all.
"Move aside. Let me handle it."
Allen stepped forward, placed both hands on his shoulders, and began shaking him vigorously. "Pirate King, pull yourself together! The righteous Navy is coming after us!"
"We promised to become the most wanted men together. I'm Luffy!"
"Look! Nami and Robin aren't wearing clothes!"
Namor was shaken like a rattle drum, his bones nearly coming apart.
"Shit, I can't believe that didn't fool him."
Allen said dejectedly, "I can't wake a salted fish pretending to sleep."
At this point, it was no longer a question of waking him. They were afraid that any more shaking would kill him.
Steve grabbed Director Cologne by the collar and demanded, "Tell me, what did you do to him?"
"He fell into a coma shortly after being captured. We only drew blood for testing and hadn't had time to study him yet," Cologne answered fearfully.
"Who is he?" Steve asked again.
"He has amnesia. He couldn't provide any identifying information."
Cologne had not told a single lie.
When they found Namor, he had been walking bare-chested through