There was not a shred of light in the dark prison. Even the surveillance Den Den Mushi could not capture any images at all.
A man silently squeezed through the gaps in the cell bars.
The gaps between the bars were clearly extremely narrow, yet the man passed through them with ease.
His body was compressed and warped by the bars, making him look as soft as putty. More conveniently, his body secreted a slick layer of fluid, allowing him to leave the cell without difficulty.
After leaving his own cell, he continued forward and passed through the bars again, entering the cell opposite his—the one holding Vice Admiral Momousagi.
The man approached soundlessly and crouched down. Once more, he secreted that slick fluid and spread it over Vice Admiral Momousagi's wrists and ankles.
In the darkness, Momousagi took a deep breath and gave a heavy nod.
The man grabbed the handcuffs and shackles around Vice Admiral Momousagi's wrists and ankles and began to pull hard.
Even after being lubricated, Momousagi's body could not deform like the man's. The not-so-sharp cuffs pressed tightly into her palms and feet.
Under Momousagi's deliberate control, her thumbs began to dislocate, and the bones in her heels shattered.
Finally, by the time Momousagi was drenched in cold sweat, the cuffs and shackles on her hands and feet came off. But there was no way to remove the one around her neck.
They could not exactly flatten her head too.
But that was fine. Since the chain around her neck could not be removed, she would simply take the chain with her.
Momousagi rose to her feet with some difficulty. Her right palm turned pitch-black. Though her body had become smaller, she could still use Haki. Even if it had weakened by an unknown amount,