"Don't be mad, Little Sand."
Austin spread his hands and smiled at the dark-faced Crocodile.
"Tch..."
"I don't have time to be mad at you."
Crocodile folded her arms. After Austin's round of smooth talking, she successfully pinned the blame for everything on...
The Navy!
If the Navy had told her about Austin and Mihawk sooner, why would she have spent so long in Impel Down?
"Damn Navy..."
Little Sand wrote this debt down, fully intending to collect it sooner or later.
"Lord Austin, your cold drink."
The two little maids, Little Six and Little Seven, came over with the prepared drinks, then began massaging Austin from both sides.
Their sultry gazes made even Austin unable to take it.
He could only whisper a few words into their ears, and the two girls finally settled down, their faces flushed red.
"There should be plenty of powerful swordsmen in Impel Down, right?"
Elsewhere, Little Hawk was clearly interested in Crocodile's trip to Impel Down and took the initiative to ask her about it.
It wasn't for any other reason. It was simply because Mihawk had already challenged nearly every powerful swordsman across the seas.
If there were anywhere with more Great Swordsmen, it could only be that place that had once imprisoned countless legendary figures.
Impel Down's Sixth Level.
Infinite Hell!
At the mention of it, Crocodile's expression turned unpleasant, though she still recalled those days.
"Powerful swordsmen? I couldn't really tell. Most of the people imprisoned there had their swords confiscated."
"But there was one guy I remembered. He was also an old rival."
"That person should have some connection to you, Austin..."
Crocodile looked at Austin, making him raise his brows as he thought for a moment.
"Douglas Bullet?"
Austin said it outright. If he had any connection to